For #MotherlyStories by Gina Schlosser |
It's funny—I had so many preconceived notions of what motherhood would be like before I actually became a mother.
There would be lots of quiet moments together in the rocking chair. I'd be a well-planning working mother who perfectly balanced a career with raising a family.
In short, it would be perfect. I would be perfect.
And then I became a mother.
Neither of my girls liked to be snuggled, much less held, and the rocking chair sat unused in the corner of the room. One of them cried and cried no matter what I did. I tried to return to work as an engineer, but felt my calling at home instead.
I've learned the only thing I can expect in my day-to-day is the unexpected. Nothing is absolute; things change each day, even hour to hour.
It's messy and crazy and it's wonderfully liberating to let go.
And these two girls who would rather adventure outside than snuggle in the rocking chair have filled my soul in a way that I didn't know I needed. They have helped me recognize my true strengths and have also forced me to confront my weaknesses. I'm not perfect, but because of them, I sure want to be better.
All too soon, our carefree days will be replaced with the structure of school, organized activities and work, but today I am embracing the picnics by the creek, mid-trail diaper changes, and numerous stops to pick rocks out of shoes.