Where to begin.
Have you every asked a spider if it hurts to molt?
Freshly molted spiders are very soft and vulnerable until their new exoskeletons harden.
My sister recently gave birth to a baby girl.
Quinn has down syndrome.
Can I say the words shock, denial, devastation, grief? That was me when mama's words slammed into my chest. Then followed by self hate and guilt for experiencing those feelings. Zander, mom, told me that it was normal to mourn. But no I screamed inside my head. Mourning shouldn't be normal, its not fair. How could I feel anything but joy over this amazing little creation? But I did and am still doing to be honest.
Part of me wants to wrap my arms around Morgan and Quinn and shelter them from the world. Saying "Dont you dare look at them and feel what I'm feeling. We're wrong. Don't gawk and feel sorry for them, like I did." But beauty such as Quinn's cannot be hidden, especially under a cloak of fear. Its irrational to try and snuff out the sun with your thumb. Quinn dares us all to look, stare, and wonder at her exquisite form. She's magic. Don't catch her gaze if you're not willing to be transformed and leave your old self behind for something better.
Because its painful to shed this old layer of skin. Underneath is raw. I am soft and vulnerable until this new layer of truth can harden like armor protecting me against my enemies. And it will.