As my family grew, I grew.
Motherhood stretched me beyond what I thought was possible. It instilled in me patience, love, thankfulness, joy and a sense of what matters most. Of course, it also brought out the worst in me on days when I thought bedtime would never come. In the words of Jennifer Garner, Go the F*** to sleep!”
This miracle of children I never tire of being in awe of. I’m more me than I have ever been and a more mature mother than when I started eight years ago.
Each child has brought me more joy and more compassion into my heart. Now I find myself transitioning into a season that is bittersweet.
I’m torn by the fact that Maggie is our last baby and suspended in excitement for the next phase of life. Leaving the house with just a purse, not having to pack the entire house when we go camping, gone will be the poopie diapers, and burning all my crusty nursing bras! Can I get an AMEN, sisters?!
I find myself getting lost in moments with her. Moments when all I can do is stare and smile with this goofy grin across my face. Time suspends a little in those brief breaks of my day. Then all of a sudden they are over before they started and she is off and running to explore once again.
I do not think that the feeling of wanting to have another baby will ever leave me. Birthing babies have always been extremely euphoric for me. Embracing that final push with all the strength I have left and the peace that comes after. Then the feeling of my child’s weight pressing down against me. It is one of the best senses I have experienced. However, my body has finished this leg of my journey in life.
Mentally and physically I have been told, it’s time.
Here’s to the next phase of motherhood. Lord help me with the tween years!!