Courage

It takes courage to be a mother.

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To hope for a chance at them, to go in completely blind, to trust in the process.

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To swallow the pain, to keep trying after loss, to carry them through the storms of anxiety if you get a chance at all.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

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To stretch your home for someone else, to leave your former reflection in frames, to let go of ideals.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

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To be the gateway for life, to be torn or cut open, to endure the beautiful intensity that is birth.

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To be left raw and cracked open, to bleed out the tears, to carry on for them while healing the remains postpartum.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

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To keep facing the tired, to keep braving the hard days, to keep loving yourself through the unlovable moments.

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To mute the outside noise, to be your own advocate, to listen to your intuition.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

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To wear your heart on your sleeve, to hear it beat outside of your chest, to hold it in their hands.

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To put your body on the line, to put your sleep on hold, to put yourself after others.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

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To give everything to them today, to give even more tomorrow, to give them the confidence to leave you one day.

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To accept the magnitude of your role, to accept that you’ll make mistakes, to accept that you can’t ever be as perfect as they are to you.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

To step into it, to grow into it, to stay in it.

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To try every single day to better the life for someone else who you love more than life itself.

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It takes courage to be a mother.

It really does.

And I encourage you to see that.