Stronger than ever

Here she finds herself.

Within four walls, her heart exploding with love for her new creation. Her body fragile from what has been 9 months or more in the making, and hours or more in that final stretch called birth.

She made it.

Of course she did.

She’s here now.

Of course she is.

She wouldn’t miss it for the world.

And now she embarks on the new stage that is postpartum, and either the start of her new life as a mother or her new season in motherhood.

She steps into those first few hours or days.

Slowly but surely.

Often in that same room.

Catching her breath.

And that room holding her may not be home, but it’s a space where she can learn or relearn in quiet.

Where she can be exactly what motherhood asks of her.

Where she can start to process. Heal. And bond.

It’s special here.

From time to time there may be visitors, beeping machines, and the footsteps of others paving their way to her reality soon, but there’s a sacredness about it.

As if everyone should know “it’s their time now”.

She deserves this.

This time to herself, with her baby.

Even if she needs support too.

She is worthy of space to find her feet before she walks out those doors, or to her own front door to welcome visitors.

Within these initial stages, she finds herself at the end of one road, and the beginning of another.

And she will never be the same.

Only better, stronger and more in love than ever.