This simple life built of love is enough.
I watch as my daughter, this former resident of my belly and constant companion, runs away from me at full speed. Her focus is on claiming her independence, a milestone every parent wants their child to reach one day. But does it have to be today?
Sometimes I think time is racing against me.
In between panic and tears, somewhere inside of me, the mom in me appeared.
When was the last time I had been so terrified of doing something I really wanted to do that I sobbed uncontrollably in public, and then did the thing anyway?
We weren't trying. We weren't preventing it either. And yet when I peed on a pregnancy test and two bright pink lines showed up, I stared at it in disbelief.
It doesn't have to be this way, mama.
You're not a bad mom for thinking, I miss just being me. And you'd be surprised how many of us have thought that exact same thing.
I hope that my weakness teaches you something. I hope that when you come upon your own brokenness, tiredness, fear and confusion, that you will be okay with it. I pray that your imperfections won't scare you as they have me. I pray that you won't run from them, but that you'll wrestle with them and you will keep showing up, saying sorry, and trying again.
On those days when you doubt yourself—because they will surely come—remember this: You were born for this job. They have chosen you and there is nobody else in this world they would rather have by their side for their journey to becoming them.
Being fully immersed in the deep, sometimes treacherous waters of raising tiny humans is wondrous, yes—and occasionally overwhelming.
2. The first time someone gives you advice— and you ignore it.
In my daughter's eyes, I am invincible. She sees the light shine bright inside me, even when I feel like it's so dim.
When my obstetrician asked me my plans around breastfeeding, without hesitation I told her we were going straight to formula. Everything changed once my son was born.
Mothers are like rocks—we appear solid but can crumble. Crumbling isn't a sign of weakness as the rubble remains strong.
Each night I spent at least 40 minutes waiting with him and, though it may not seem long, when you have just the few hours between his sleep and your own to prepare for the next day, standing still when there is so much to be done can seem painful.
We know what to do in our hearts and we know in our guts.
Your definition of 'fearless' changes.