I’ve never been the type to romanticize motherhood. It’s not the bane of my existence, it’s also not the shiny “greatest achievement unlocked” badge people love to hand out, in my humble opinion. I can absolutely imagine a life where I didn’t take this path. And yet…here I am, 8 years in, realizing it’s quietly reshaped me in ways I didn’t see coming.
Motherhood gave me direction when I was just vibing. It gave me vision when my plans were basically “meh we’ll see.” It gave me clarity, sometimes loud, sometimes gentle, sometimes at 3 a.m. when someone needed water, a hug, or apparently answers about dinosaurs.
It’s shown me I have a ridiculous amount of love to give, even if my patience sometimes clocks out early like it’s on a part-time contract. It’s taught me that unconditional love is real because somehow, this tiny human still adores me on the days I’m running on fumes, snacks, and questionable decisions.
And the biggest lesson? My worth isn’t tied to how much I do, fix, give, or achieve. I’m allowed to be loved simply because I exist.
Motherhood has stretched me, challenged me, and occasionally had me questioning my life choices in the bread aisle. It’s a role I didn’t fully understand when I signed up and honestly, there should’ve been a manual, a warning label, and a lifetime coffee subscription included.
It’s taught me to show up when I don’t feel like it, to put someone else first more often than not, and to grow in ways I probably would’ve avoided otherwise.
So here’s to 8 years of love, chaos, growth, snacks, and learning on the job.
And here’s to many more years because apparently, there’s no resignation letter for this position. The literal definition of “till death do us part”. Do I at least get a promotion !? 😬👀
One day at a time 