Yes, tis true.
Most days, I adore motherhood. I love having to slow down and embrace the wonder of it all. I love watching my daughter learn and grow. I love going through the rhythms of our days and seasons together. But I’ll be honest. Many days, I’d love to just spend hours upon hours of me-time. The best gift anyone can ever give me at this point in my life? The time and the space to work on my own projects – where I want, when I want.
I would love to have a chunk of my days when I’m just left to my own world so I can create to my heart’s delight, and pursue my artist path.
I would love to be able to cook on my own pace, with a glass of Pinot Noir and music of my own choosing instead of yet another rendition of her current favorite song: Tomorrow (Annie).
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Most days, I’m able to find the sweet spot of doing what I love with my daughter. It’s the only sustainable way I can mother with authenticity. But there are days when I just want to do what I love alone.
Most days, I’m able to find pleasure and joy in the things I wouldn’t choose to do (things like cooking and making sure my daughter has clean undies), yet are necessary for me to nourish my family. It’s the only way I can carpe the heck out of this diem. But there are days when I just want the luxury of not doing any of these things at all.
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The funny thing is, it took motherhood for me to figure out what these things were that brought me so much joy. It took motherhood for me to reconnect with my childhood dreams, with my capacity to create and the courage to even call myself an artist. It took motherhood for me to reconnect with my body, my appetites and my desire to nourish our health through real food.
So really, I have my daughter to thank for all the big shifts happening in my own life. Birthing the mother in me was the catalyst for this journey I am on, this journey of coming home to myself.
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Life is full of paradox. But I like it that way. Black and white would be so boring and bland. Truth is always much more beautiful.
And the beautiful irony of what I’m living out these days is this: I can’t be a mother without being me. And I can’t be me without being a mother.
Your Turn: What about you? How’s motherhood for you these days? And if you liked this article, sharing is the kind thing to do. Thanks friends!