I didn’t make it to studio pilates this morning. Between Daylight Saving time and a very late dinner, my usually fail-proof natural alarm clock didn’t get the job done. Instead of taking a day off, I did a virtual workout at home. I’ve done mat Pilates at the studio nearly every Sunday since December. It sounds crazy. But I fell in love with this fitness mode for the pain it caused. I enjoy the sensations that linger in my deep interior muscles through the week. The fatigue s

But I remember feeling something shift. I felt like I had learned the answer to a question I hadn’t known to ask. I recognized this revelation as a through line, equally past and present, and sensed I’d encountered the most crucial mothering lesson of my life.