…is broken glass wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what I signed up for or planned. It would take a brave person to intend to solo parent four children, and that person wasn’t me. But in seeing the separate shards of us I found a way to piece them back together. The Japanese art form kintsugi, of repairing broken pottery by filling the cracks with gold has always spoken to me. Our gold was when we were together, sharing food, time and just being present with one another. It was the connection I was craving, between each child and myself, but also that I yearned to see between them.
