The billowy fluffs float on the breath of my little girl's secret wishes. I watch her spread the dandelion seeds and smile. Who decided these were weeds anyway? I love dandelions. They are vibrant and stand alone until it's time to change into impossibly soft wisps. Then they wait until the wind slowly carries them away- to land where they may. No plans. No set path. The dandelion seed waits with hope. Recently, this is how I have felt. Like a dandelion seed floating. Waiting to land and bury myself into the soil. Waiting to grow. Waiting to change. Waiting for what comes next. I don't know why I feel this way, but it's where I am right now. On the cusp of a transformation I still don't understand. A future I can't yet see. An uncertainty that feels scary and confusing, but exciting at the same time. Some days I think I know what is in store for me and my family and then everything becomes unclear. I sat with my mother... to read the rest, click here!