When Robin was born, my world came tumbling down. Post-natal depression brought me to rubble and I spent nearly four years rebuilding myself, shedding pieces and people along the way.
The person that I was before no longer exists. I am inclined to believe that this new person is the better version of me but I had to fight for her survival.
I am a single mother now. I am a more selfless human now.
I wanted to give something to my boys, an apology in words they would understand. So I started to make up stories for them, to tell to them while I held them near.
The stories were about many different things, but the elves seemed to linger longer in their minds. And after, when I discovered handcrafts were balm for my broken heart, and for Cohen’s heart, too I began to make elves to accompany the tales.
And our When became our Now right there.