Yesterday, I took a little time to reminisce about Andrew’s birth and as I was browsing photos from his birth day, I found a photo of me, trying so hard to get it right. And I realized that yesterday, is not just Andrew’s birthday…it’s also an anniversary for me. It’s the day I became a mom.
And as cheesy or as obvious as that sounds, when I thought it through and considered all the ways I’ve grown and all the things my kids have taught me…it seemed like a pretty big deal. And not cheesy at all, really. My experience of motherhood has been a pressure cooker of hard and good life lessons. Motherhood has broken my heart…but when I think about that…it doesn’t feel like a hurt I regret. I feel like motherhood has broken my heart open. Worth a small nod on the day it all happened, I think.
So I took some time out of yesterday’s to-do list and put this together.
I’ve been telling pregnant women I know: “Buckle up. It’s a wild ride.” They always nod and I say “I know.” And I think to myself “no you don’t. I thought I knew and I had no idea.” There’s really no way to tell them. I guess you have to see it to believe it.