I don’t understand how come I got kids. I don’t really feel like a “mom” (some days I actually flinch at the word) and most days I wonder where these little people came from, how they got here, and what they’re doing in my house.
And I have Cosmic support for this confusion, my astrological chart proves it.
“You have kids?” Pleasantly confused and a little bit dumbfounded, my astrologer peers into my chart. Her eyes dart around the symbols, chasing concentric circles, searching for a secret message to untangle.
“Yeah. There’s one right there.” I glanced at the 4-year old watching iTunes movie trailers on my iPhone. She is the only other person in the room.
“‘Cause there’s nothing in your chart about being a mom.” She looked again. “Huh.” And looked again. I let her look in silence. I am defenseless, empty. “You have the two girls?”
“And the 2-year old boy, so three.”
She laughed. A bit too loud. “Ok.” Then she nodded slowly. “I guess you’re making it work.”
But I’m not. Continue reading