The truth is…

I think about that woman sometimes.

The one who had just given birth to a new life, including her own.

The one who was completely unsure about anything other than how much love she had for the little body on hers.

The one who had spent much of her pregnancy and years leading up to that wondering whether she was cut out for motherhood at all.

The one who wanted so badly to be the best mother she could be for this little person who was the best thing to happen to her.

The one who was so overwhelmed with love, opinions, and exhaustion.

The one who put so much pressure on herself to be perfect, just like her baby was to her.

And I’m so proud of her.

She’s come so far.

And perhaps she’s proud of the mother she’s grown into.

The one who has endured subsequent pregnancies, a loss, a birth and postpartum which is forever.

The one who shows up for her children every day, even when she struggles to show up for herself.

The one who finds it even harder sometimes now, but does all she can because of her love for those not-as-little-humans that’s only grown with age.⠀

The one who realises there is no such thing as perfect, but there is such thing as unconditional love.⠀

The one who pushes through every day for the loves of her life, no matter what ugliness life throws in her way.

The one who knows deep down that she will always be able to say that she was there for them.

Being a mother is the best thing I’ve ever done.

And no matter how hard, how exhausted or how far behind I feel like things are getting some days,

The truth is, I’ve come so far.

And please let me remind you that you have too.