Much of my recent life, I have walked two paths: that as a word weaver, and that as a mother. In both paths, words are invaluable. They lay the foundation for everything that glues my life together: mortgage and bills, household must-have's, broadband service, Sundates with my daughter, my soul.
Words are my bread and butter. Each comes with a certain weight, so I curate them carefully, ensuring that nothing unnecessary slips out of sight. Unfortunately, that rule suddenly disappears when I switch on to mom mode.