Being a mom

Celebrating every step of the journey into becoming a mother.

One of my favorite memories is when the boys were about four months old, we had already passed the phase of I’m dying of exhaustion, and were now onto let’s figure out how to best do this feeding and sleeping never-ending cycle. I remember we were all three laying on my bed and I had just finished feeding them both, they had that I’m full and happy grin, and they were looking at me as if they were saying thank you. I know it was probably my maternal hormones interpreting everything in the brightest of ways, but I felt a huge sense of fulfillment. Purpose. As if my entire existence was meant to be in that moment there with them. Nurturing them and being their person.

Every mother I meet and talk to about their children has that one memory that brings her to a happy place. A place that feels warm. It will make her cry just telling you about it.

We have all taken different paths to get here to this point of having children. Maybe you’re still trying. Maybe your anxiously waiting to meet your first one. This journey we embark is a long and ardious one. It all about sacrifice, patience and love. So much love. My heart goes out to each any every one of you reading this. May your life be filled with all of the warmth that those tiny hands imprint in you forever.