once nurturing and vicious.”
Uneaten lunch is still lingering on the table. It’s
not only my house that looks like the hub of
I remember Kali; The Mother who is destruction and creation.
simultaneously feared and adored, the bringer Kids are yelling, running, making messes.
of destruction and creation. She suckles her We are calm.
offspring while ripping off the heads of those that We are attentive.
stand in the way of peace. She is an archetypal We redirect, affirm, smile, snuggle.
conundrum and I am reminded that I am not We nurse our babies midst the chaos.
alone.
We are Mamas of Kali’s not- so- exclusive club.
The baby has woken. We follow the kids inside. Written by Kati Lambert
Our conversation slows as we attend to our
children. But even being inside her house feels
like the perfect thing today. It feels familiar here.
Toys are everywhere. Unfolded laundry has
been thrown into baskets and into the corner.
Dishes are piled high in and around the sink.
Kat