Motherhood: It is written in the stars...

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

What a gift it is to journey into this world of birth with so many other women.  As a prenatal yoga instructor, I get to work with mommies expecting more than just a sweet little babe to kiss, snuggle and buy flippin' adorable clothes for!  My job connects me with women who are on the ride of their lives.  It is a magical time and it's a terribly nerve wracking one all in the same sweet breath.  Motherhood begins the moment you discover that fatigue and nausea is not what you thought it was... 

I continue to find myself in awe of the female body.  Women can grow, birth and feed a baby (or babies!) with the perfectly designed power of their bodies.  I mean, seriously, that is superhero stuff!  Sometimes we need a little help along the way, but the thing that is undeniable, that I believe wholeheartedly, is that little baby chose you.  This connection is greater than anything humans can do.  You and baby were meant to be.  It was written in the stars...

As I write this, I'm celebrating another birthday.  My own.  So, join me as we cheers to coffee with my love, chocolate for breakfast, a little yoga and meditation, and surely some wine later.  You know, a nap would be nice too, but I don't think that will be happening until I turn 60. 

The main lady I am so very lucky to be able to spend my birthday with is my mom.  She and I were meant to be 36 years ago, and we still are :)  I see life in such a different way now that I'm a mom myself.  I recognize the sacrifices made, the sleepless nights spent, the hopes wished and the unending love that is impossible to put into words.  I feel the doubt in my choices, the uncertaintity in my decisions, then the confidence that I'm doing the best I can.  My life is full of gratitude for the lessons I've learned.  There are moments where I feel like I've fallen flat on my face and then I find reassurance that being a mom is perfectly imperfect.  

Motherhood has taught me to cherish every single day.  Even the 'pull your hair out" days!  And believe me, folks, I've had pah-len-ty.  But woven in those days are sweet little fingers that hold on to yours, eyes that sparkle when they look up into the sky to see an airplane, teeny tiny lips that pucker up to give you a kiss covered in yogurt.  That is what melts your heart.  That trumps the crazy. 

So, we celebrate the big days and the little days.  Birthdays and laundry days.  Date nights out and family nights in.  Each day we wake up is a gift we've been given to share a little more love, gratitude and a smile.  (I think that's worth repeating.)  Each day is a gift. 

On my birthday, I write this post with gratitude for my mom.  Gratitude for the tribe of women who have accepted this love filled challenge of motherhood.  I am grateful to be a part of this tribe as we continue to learn from each other, to share stories and tears, to remind each other of the strength that we are born with.  The strength that we birth with. 

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