Miley may think she is a bursting out of chrysalis right about now. But I think she is wrapping herself up in silk as I type. Forming a cocoon of lies and falsehoods of youthfulness and indiscretion. And you know what, this is so cool. More power to her.
For me, the sacred journey of motherhood took a sharp turn after twenty weeks of pregnancy, when the geneticist informed me that my son would have Down syndrome. In that moment, I felt the self I knew simply crack in two; my life as I had known it before was over in one instant.