We all know the feeling of sleep deprivation, midnight feedings, “just one more book”, sticky fingers and unforeseen frustration that can entangle us in the fast and furious state of motherhood. We’ve read all the right books and picked out the perfect baby clothes as we prepare for our first baby. Excitement, happiness, anxiousness, expectations and fear are all part of the process. But no one can prepare us for how fast the days will go by.
I remember the sleepless nights, the worry of never feeling “normal” again. I remember feeling like I had to have it all together. Somehow I managed to forget that the most important thing was tucked up cozily on my chest. This breathing, living, soft, beautiful baby was mine and forever marking me as a mother.
I often wonder how many times I’ve taken for granted giving my baby a fresh bath, brushing her white hair, feeding her applesauce and baking a sweet treat together. These moments are ever present when raising little ones, but if we truly think about it, we might ask “when will it be the last time?” We can’t brush their hair forever, hold them in the rocking chair or sing “twinkle, twinkle little star” for the fourth time before bed. But we can treasure and appreciate the very hard and rewarding season of life we are in now. These are some of the most precious, downright exhausting, and joyful times.
We have been given a beautiful role in motherhood; one that can never be taken away. We are our children’s comfort, warm hand to hold and gentle voice encouraging their abilities. It is you “Momma” that soothes and comforts that tiny body. It is that tiny body that awakens our hearts to feel and roar like never before; to give words to the poem we’ve dreamed of writing our whole lives. It is love that sets us free, picks us up out of our deep slumber and kisses our tired eyelids with new purpose for each new day we are given.