Held in Motion: A Mother’s Reconnection

Wrapped in the soft embrace of the rebozo, I danced—not for anyone, not to be seen, but to feel. Shielded from the world in my cotton cocoon, I let go. The weight of motherhood, the noise of the outside, the gaze of others—all faded. In that quiet space, I met myself again. I found my inner child, the one who once moved so freely, so joyfully. I felt her presence, her rhythm, her breath.

In movement, I felt safe. In stillness, I felt whole. This moment was a homecoming—a profound return to myself.

And now, I want every mother to experience this too. To be held. To be cradled. To remember herself again.

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