Being a mother is a complex ball of constant emotion. Motherhood is two sides to the same coin, it’s realizing what complex individuals our mothers were at our age. Learning that even though they were our whole-wide-world they were still coming into their own. Learning this lesson through living it, through looking down into the wide eyes of your greatest creations and wondering who is this magical being they revere. It’s coming into your magic in the warm glow of the magic of another.
It’s so easy to stop showing up in love, it’s hard work to love someone through their pain grief and sadness show up in so many ways for so many of us. As a mother, I expected to learn to love through the tantrums. Through the episodes, through the toy cars to the forehead. As mothers, that’s our job.
What was unexpected on this journey into being a mother was that I’d need to love myself through those things. That on the days when it gets hard to battle all the demons at my doorstep teaming up with the monsters in my mind, I’d still have to show up in love for my daughter. No one tells you of the Might, that lies in motherhood.
