Jack hit seven months yesterday and my, it really is true what they say about the time. At the same time that Jack hit his month marker, I also hit mine. Because not only Jack is growing, so is Mama.
This is my 214th day of being Mama.
And to say that I’ve learned a lot is an understatement. I knew that motherhood would change my situation but I underestimated how much it would grow me. Motherhood is the hardest thing that I’ve ever done. When I say hard, I do not mean bad. Yes, hard is not always fun. I do not always like it. I often struggle with my feeble emotions. Mothering requires lots of self-sacrifice, patience, and stamina that feels forced at times—especially at the 3am times. But even so, this hard task of mothering is good. Very, very good. The sleepless nights, vomit stained couch cushions, and complete dependence peel away the layers of selfishness, laziness, and pride to reveal something much more whole.
I’ve never felt so fulfilled or complete. So full of coffee & joy. My body literally aches with so much love. I know that I am doing what I am meant to be doing by being Jack’s Mama. The puzzle pieces aren’t forced to fit because it’s exactly as it’s supposed to be. And I find so much peace & contentment in that.
Here’s a bit of what 214 days of motherhood has instilled in me:
Stop racing through the day.
Cut back on social media time.
Kiss your baby often.
Snap as many pictures as you want to.
Always pack the night before.
Always ALWAYS bring an extra binky (bonus points for securing the binky to clothing).
Don’t worry about percentiles, milestones, sleep schedules & breastfeeding.
Don’t brag about percentiles, milestones, sleep schedules & breastfeeding.
It’s ok to cry at the Voice.
It’s ok to struggle.
It’s ok to admit that mothering is hard.
It’s ok to be late (because let’s face it, I may never be on time again).
It’s ok to let someone else hold (or watch) your baby.
It’s ok to want to accomplish non-baby things.
It’s also ok to just sit and watch your baby sleep.
Basically, it’ll all be ok.
Post-partum hormones & Mom-brain are REAL, do not be afraid to blame them.
Accept the fact that many mistakes will be made.
Laugh at yourself.
Stretch marks can be sexy (and they do fade after all).
Take advantage of stretchy clothes.
Sing out loud and often.
Speak jibberish with great confidence.
Be honest + transparent.
Care less about the dirty dishes.
Poop washes off.
A newfound, genuine appreciation for my own Mother.
Make it a habit to speak up and encourage another Mama.
Appreciate the “seasons” of baby-hood.
Remember that teething, diapers, and chapped nipples are only for a short time (thank you, Lord!).
Learn to function on minimal sleep (and give yourself oodles of grace + coffee for the rest).
Isn’t it funny that the hardest things are also the sweetest + most fulfilling? That you can be so tired and yet so in love? Motherhood is weird. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. ❤️