one hand, whole self

With a baby in arms, you often have to do things with just one hand.
It's tricky. It's a new skill to learn. It's a new rhythm of thinking and being.
And one hand doesn't mean you're putting in less work.

One hand, whole heart.

One hand, whole mind.

One hand, whole self. 

My youngest has grown beyond the one-handed mothering phase, but the echo of that season carries far into the now. I'm always reminding myself that my motherhood is an integrated part of my being. It neither diminishes nor enhances. It just is, like the flavor of a soup, or the texture of a fabric.

One hand, whole self.