The journey of a life feels like a kind of coming and going. At first, there is only the coming to mother – because there is only mother. There is no self.
Then you pull away, to start to understand you are someone different.
It is a rubberband independence wherein you walk away only so far before you spring back again.
As we age, it’s not that we lose the rubberband – it’s just that it gets longer and longer. We can wander farther.
Or for so long it may seem as if there were no rubberband at all.
But you will return. In one way or another.