On motherhood

Bunmi Laditan author of "Confessions of a domestic failure" and "Dear mother" has a passage that beautifully captures the soul of motherhood:

"Motherhood takes you to heaven and hell every day. It erases your past and amplifies it at the same time. It destroys and rebuilds you, slowly and carefully: replacing the cracked, broken bricks with stronger ones with no anesthesia. 

Motherhood kills the old you; it doesn't care who you think you are, only who you must be in this moment to meet the needs of the ones you invited into this world.

And somehow, by feeding that child, loving that child, wiping that child's tears from their damp cheeks, pouring water over that child's head as you sit beside them, uncomfortable and damp next to the bathtub, you become the gentlest of warriors.

Motherhood is a bridge that you walk alone, but as you look to your left and to your right, you see others on their own bridges, navigating the rickety planks of swaying wood. And as you see them struggling just like you are not to fall, it gives you the courage to take one more step.

Motherhood is painfully lonely, but at 3 o'clock in the afternoon whether you're sitting on the living room floor with a child who doesn't know your real name or at 3 o'clock in the morning with a child who needs your steady tapping on their pajama-ed back, you're not alone because all over the world, mothers are doing the same thing. Their minds wander through the garden of their imaginations and memories, dreaming of sleep and rest, but powered by the fiercest of love.

The love that one pours into their child doesn't come from the heart. Anyone can be in love. Anyone can be infatuated. The type of love one has for their child comes from the center of their bones. It's the type of love that doesn't need reciprocation to burn hot. It's the type of love that never keeps score. It's the type of love that powers nature in her infinite beauty and ruthlessness.

When a mother says, "I love you," she doesn't mean "I love how you make me feel" she means "You are my world, my sun and my moon and not life or death can change that, wherever you are I will find you whether it be across seas or lost within yourself. You are my breath and the light inside my eyes."

Motherhood, while almost never glamorous, is always beautiful."

-Bunmi Laditan

Motherhood forces us to mourn a loss of who we once were only to find and embrace an identity more capable than we ever knew imaginable: the gentlest and fiercest of warriors. 

On this journey of love we are forced every day to become the best versions of ourselves so that we can give whole heartedly to our children. We find and lose ourselves so many times along the way, but they are always there: our never wavering compasses.

It is beautiful, it is exhausting, it is loud bear hugs in jammies and silent meltdowns in solitude, it is our greatest challenge and our greatest success.

In the sacrifices, in the chaos, in the doubt, we rise, we persevere and we show up.

If you are a parent reading this: today you loved. Imperfectly, but wholeheartedly.

Know that you are not alone in the chaos. I see you and I salute you and I stand with you.

You got this!