05/10/2026
Deep breaths, mamas.
The greatest gift in this journey, besides these babies, has been the women who surround me. The ones who are now grandmothers. The ones who long to be mothers one day. The ones in the trenches of babies and toddlers with me. The ones a few years ahead of me full of wisdom and solidarity. The women who aren’t mothers but who support the ones who are. The mothers who are in seasons of transition reminding me that no season lasts forever - the good or the hard.
I used to wonder how mothers could absolutely love being one while also admitting that it’s the hardest thing they’d ever done. How could that be? To love the hardest thing?
In a culture that seems to always be looking for the easy way out, the quick fix, the instant gratification, the 2 day shipping, the before & after transition without the slog of the middle - being a mother is absolutely the opposite. It is moment after moment - repetition - slow growth - hard work - taking it day by day, or hour by hour - it is building deep roots instead of shallow ones. It is sacrificing things big & small for these babies. It is not only watching them grow, but ourselves as well.
Today, you are worth celebrating. We are worth celebrating.
We get it wrong sometimes, but we try again. Just like we teach our babies to. And when they look at us & say “I love you Mama”, I swear it makes every hard middle moment worth it.
Proud of you. Proud of me. Proud of us. 💕
