There is no way to be a perfect mama...
My baby – turned ONE last week. How is this even possible? How did we even make it out alive?
With all kidding aside, this year… it has been like climbing Mount Everest for me. It has been a year filled with colic, milk intolerance, postpartum depression, and a husband’s work schedule that is no less than insane. And I have learned this – the struggle never ends – it is constant and it is daily.
This past year has stretched me beyond my limits and I have learned about strengths I never knew I had. I have done MORE in each day and survived on LESS sleep then I ever imagined was possible. I have dug deep and leaned in when it felt impossible.
You see, motherhood, it’s a paradox. It’s the only thing that can have you crying in a heap in one minute, and laughing uncontrollably the next, empties you AND fills you at the very same time, leaves you desperate for alone time, but missing your baby the minute it comes. It’s the easiest and the hardest thing all at the same time.
Here is what I am realizing: while I have felt like I am a complete failure for 99% of the past 365 days,
I need to give myself grace.
Because guess what? The minute a baby is born, a mother is also born. Just as your little one is learning each day, YOU are learning each day.
This mama thing? We have never done it before. And even if we have…we have never done it with this baby before. Motherhood is a guessing game, a changing game, a forever learning game. It is about taking one minute at a time, embracing the little things & breathing through the hard things.
So, what if on your baby’s first birthday (and every birthday after), we celebrated you too? What if we celebrated your first year of being a mama? All that you have learned, sacrificed, and changed for your little one? What if we stopped to say, “I don’t know how you do it?” What if in those words you heard this: You are enough. You are doing an amazing job. You are doing more than I ever could.
Rest in that beautiful truth mama. You are the mama they need. And cheers to you – I celebrate you for making it your first (2nd…3rd…20th…) year as a mama. You are simply.amazing. Enough said.