Marriage, the birth of my first son and the birth of my second son: the only three events in my life where I felt the enormity of change in the moments I first breathed them. Each time, a butterfly emerging from my chrysalis with new wings, at first, tentative and unsure but eventually taking flight.
Three times when I had to choose whether anticipation or trepidation would forge my path.
Three times when my choice had the power to transform a child into a woman, and a woman into a stronger woman.
Three times when I knew my heart would forever beat for someone else; another’s life woven into mine like the threads of a rope.
These memories symbolize my adulthood, and speak to the certainty that I am not a lost child.
I am an adult; a wife and a mother.
My path may not always be easy, but it is where I should be.
And now on to the weekend challenge. This weekend what we are asking from you is a little bit different (again). We are asking for a bit of your memoirs. We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three. We’d like for your story to be true-ish, and we’d like for it to be an artistic creation, not just a play-by-play account.