The day after Mother's Day

I came across this: 

"The most difficult part of birth is the first year afterwards. It is the year of travail - when the soul of a woman must birth the mother inside her. The emotional labour pains of becoming a mother are far greater than the physical pangs of birth; these are the growing surges of your heart as it pushes out selfishness and fear and makes room for sacrifice and love. It is a private and silent birth of the soul, but it is no less holy than the event of childbirth, perhaps it is even more sacred." - Joy Kusek

Nothing could ring more true in my heart.

Holding my new little one in my arms and watching my two year old run around, I started thinking of my very first Mother's Day.

Just 2 months in to motherhood, I was still so foggy.  Still floating around trying to plant my 2 feet on the ground of my new normal.  It wasn't until the end of Lucy's first year when I truly felt I had become.  There was less thinking and more doing and feeling.  I no longer felt like the title of mother was something I was trying to earn, it was now part of the intricate fabric that made me, me.  And I really liked that me.

So this Mother's Day, I am thankful for Lucy, for making me a mother, for making me a much better me.  And I'm thankful for Lulah, for affirming that there is nothing else I would rather be doing, there is no greater calling in my life right now.

I'm thankful for the peace that comes when you know you're exactly where you're supposed to be.

Doing, not perfectly, not the best, but exactly what you're supposed to be doing.