As young women we start out with a full glass bottle.
Full of life, energy, and adventure.
As new moms our bottle is still there, but it’s got less in it.
There’s just no time to fill it all the way back up.
Add a couple of kids to the mix, and somehow in all of the chaos, our bottle gets thrown out to sea.
It’s just bobbing around out there with no sense of direction, and no energy to get back to where it was.
Soon pieces of it start to break away.
It’s been caught up in the waves and debris.
It’s in pieces, scattered everywhere.
But then something happens.
The pieces start to wash ashore.
They’re worn and more round but they’re there. They made it back.