The bathroom.

It is the only quiet place a mom can get away to and it’s understandable.

Closing the door and just sitting in the quiet, alone. As the children age, sometimes it was locking the door too! Oftentimes for me, the escape also included the shower.

A place to let my tears mingle with the drops of water. A place to be warmed by the waters cascading, as if the rushes would wash away all that was wrong in my mommy-world.

Yes, the bathroom was my hideaway where only my Creator and I abided during the desperate days.

But now, we have this garden, a community of growing mothers where we can just breathe and be. A place to bloom!