Unforgettable

I didn’t know what I was getting into when I entered motherhood.

And years on, I still don’t really know.

But neither did you.

I forget that sometimes.

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I talk about my pregnancies and birth stories.

How intense, and challenging they were, yet still the most beautiful experiences I have ever had.

I talk of the blood, sweet and tears, leading to such joy.

The entry of a new chapter for me as a mother, or a mother reborn with each one.

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But you were there too.

A father born and reborn with each pregnancy and birth.

You were there with me through it all, living in it with me. Beside me.

You were there in the depths of the unknowns, wondering what this would, could, or “should” all mean.

Worried for me, and the loves of your life you were yet to meet.

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You were there in the fog of the fourth trimester, in the same house, in the same body, but also shaken by a completely new level of tired.

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And you have been there ever since.

Beside me.

With us.

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Fatherhood was new to you.

And every year that passes is new too.

You walked into it blind, and keep walking through the blur of each stage that awaits us,

Just like me.

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And although what we experience in our parenthood journey is not always the same.

You will not experience pregnancy, or birth as the person carrying and birthing our children.

And no matter how hard we both try,

You will never truly understand some of my experiences as a mother,

Just as I will never understand some of your experiences as a father,

What we share is the same.

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We share the experience of loving them together,

Of learning more about each other,

Of walking blind, hand in hand, to find our way through our different parenting experiences every single day.

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We share in this,

Not just because I was there.

But because you were there too.

You’ve always been there.

And I won’t ever forget that.

As a father and husband,

You are unforgettable.