A Safe Place

For months I've been longing to pack up my little family and leave to a safe place. A place where no one talks of babies. A place where moms do not complain loudly how uncomfortable it is being pregnant, a place free of car seats and strollers, bouncers and diaper bags, piercing cries, baby showers and joyful birth announcements. How did I ever become so broken? I am desperate to find a place I can relearn how to take care of my family. A place my husband can find his wife. A place my precious children can get their mom back. A place I can recapture myself and my goals. Where is this island I dream of? There has to be neutral ground somewhere. I can't be the first one in search of it.