The moment I knew I was pregnant up until about my eighth month of pregnancy I lived day by day in what seemed to be an alternate reality.
Was I really about to embark on this journey called motherhood?
I had the symptoms, I had the look, but emotionally and mentally I did not feel like a mother.
In my post about my encounter with motherhood, I talk all about how it didn’t hit me until months after Lucas was born.
Fast forwarding 12 months later, to the present day.
Last weekend we celebrated Lucas’ FIRST birthday. It’s truly amazing how time flies by!
If I had the opportunity to turn back time, I probably wouldn’t because in this first year of motherhood I have learned so much about myself! I also gained a higher respect for all mothers.
Prior to motherhood, I considered myself to be very independent, I liked being able to do things at my own pace. I loved being able to get up and go whenever I wanted to. I loved doing things for myself. I loved buying things for myself. I loved pampering myself, and the list goes on.
Then I became a mom.
One of the first lessons I learned when I became a mother was selflessness.
When you’re not a mom yet and you hear about the sleepless nights, unpleasant body changes, and not getting out of the house much because you have a newborn, you think, “Geez, mom life is rough,” but you don’t know what “rough” is until you go through it.
Working with kids and being around kids throughout life is nothing compared to the moment you have your own kids. The game is completely different and so the first few weeks of motherhood feels like you’re just trying to survive after being thrown into the wilderness!
But, it’s not ALL that bad!
It was very overwhelming at first, but I realized that motherhood is also innate.
Without prior knowledge or instruction, I found myself caring less about my lack of sleep and caring more about making sure my little baby felt comforted when he cried at night. I stopped caring about the aches and pains that came after childbirth and focused on nurturing my precious little blessing. I didn’t care much to go hang out or go shopping because I just always wanted to be around to protect my little one.
My life wasn’t just about me anymore, my world revolved around this tiny human being.. and I was okay with that.
Shortly after embracing the lesson of selflessness, I learned the true meaning of strength. Not so much physical strength but the strength of a mother.
When I say strength I mean resilience, aptitude, courage, endurance and in some definitions, it defines strength as power.
I understood the true strength of mothers on one of those sleepless nights where my child wouldn’t sleep but rather cried hysterically despite everything I did to try to calm and comfort him. It was a night that I was just tired of being tired. I had a migraine from the combination of lack of sleep and the penetrating cries of my baby.
It was one of those hard nights that the thought of giving up came to my mind.
Then I thought, “How do other mothers do this? How did my mom do this? How do mothers around the world with more than one child do this?”
It all balls down to strength, resilience, patience, and selflessness.
It was in that very moment that I felt empowered by all of the mothers I have ever met, and by the ones I didn’t know!
I thought to myself, “How can I even think about giving up when there’s a life that depends on me, on all of me!”
Mothers down the line of history weren’t as privileged to live in the world we live in today yet, they endured their difficult times and raised their children just fine.
Women in third world countries today may not have what we have, yet they are still enduring and raising their children to the best of their ability.
Motherhood can’t kill us, it literally only makes us stronger.
That night I felt such a sense of gratitude and respect for my mother. For all of the years she put up with my selfish behind, not even receiving a “thank you” for all that she endured, sacrificed, and pushed through to give me the life I had.
The last thing I learned throughout this first year of motherhood, and maybe the most important thing I understood was that God gave me a seed, that seed being my son, and he gave me stewardship over him knowing that I would be the perfect person to nurture him and raise him up.
Everyone has their own theory about everything;
What foods children should and shouldn’t eat, how to discipline, whether or not one should vaccinate, how to teach them to say their first words, what’s good for them, what’s bad for them, and the list goes on.
So what I’ve realized from experience is that first-time mothers get consumed in what others think is right and best for our children and we lose sight of the fact that God has already instilled in us a special wisdom, a maternal instinct as many call it, that believe it or not, guides the decision making for the lives of our children.
God has not called us to be fearful or worried mamas, He has called us to be wise and confident mamas because He knew that we would be the perfect fit for our children!
We aren’t going to be perfect, of course we will make mistakes, but we are doing our very best and that’s all that matters.
It is such a privilege, honor and blessing to be a mama, embrace it, many are praying for the blessing you have.
And that ladies, is what I’ve learned so far about being a mama. Motherhood is a nonstop journey and despite the challenges, I love being able to learn things along the way because that’s exactly what those challenges are there for, growth. They help build me to be the best mother that I can be for my son and that’s what keeps me going!
My FIRST Mother’s Day with Lucas <3
What are some key things that you have learned throughout your motherhood journey?
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