I am here

It's been a long time . . . . since I've been in this space.  I don't even know if I can express myself anymore.  I haven't written in so long and I don't even know why.  As in everything in life, there have been ups and downs.  I had a baby, a little girl.  I got a divorce from my husband.  I'm still teaching, but I find myself searching for my path.  One thing that has remained a constant in my life is the thoughts of my baby. The forgotten one.  The one that I think of every single day, without fail.  Even when I don't necessarily try to, she is in the peripheral of my life.  Most times when I think of her, it is just a bitter sweet memory, a sad smile, a brief stolen moment to remember that for just a few months that she was a part of me.  No matter what I do, no matter how many children I may have, she is not forgotten.  I realize that as long as I live this experience is forever engrained in my DNA.  And I'm okay with that.