It is exhausting but equally exhilarating. It cost everything, yet it payoffs are so many they can not be measured. It is messy but it is equally fun. Being a mother is a whirlwind of experiences and emotions. Our journeys are unique yet so similar. I like every mother hit the pillow at the end of the night wondering how I will muster up the strength to do it all again. In the same breath I wonder how I am blessed in such a lavish, extravagant way to be a mother to these beautiful beings.
The entry to motherhood is sacrificial and demanding by nature. We come to this role in various ways. Carrying babies selflessly in our wombs. Our body literally makes way and conforms to this life being developed within. This baby takes our nutrients and energy. Housing a baby in our bodies is an act of love. Others carry their babies in their hearts. If your baby is birthed from your own body or another. The journey begins in a selfless and sacrificial place. Most mothers agree you take your first look at your baby and it all feels worthwhile. This dance starts at birth but does not end. We live in this space of mountain highs of joy and valley lows of fatigue and never ending needs. I believe highs are high enough to overshadow any lows. I am also intentional about keeping my mind on the beauty of the journey.
The reward of motherhood for me is not my child reaching some marker one day. Everyday is filled with hints of gifts. The sacred relationship between parent and child. The privilege of walking this soul through their best days and worst days. The honor to help them become all they will become. I condition my mind to zoom out of the moments of chaos and fatigue and get a broader view. To embrace the beauty of the sacred call of motherhood.