I think it’s fairly safe to say that motherhood is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Also, a lot more joyful.
The victories of every day are so sweet when you learn to slow down and be in each moment.
I imagine this could be true of any life, not just one of motherhood.
I barely remember myself the way I was before. But now I am here, grown and changed and better for it.
I still may weep in the hard times; there’s still plenty of them, but the resilience of my children has rubbed off a little on me. Be wholly in this moment, and then move on to the next. Embrace the pain or frustration, along with the warmth and wonder.
Happy holidays, friends.