Motherhood

... from my journaling on a morning when complete thoughts failed to form. Happy Mother's Day Weekend 🧡

Motherhood… changing shape.

Do I recognize myself
inside all of its versions?

First, the daughter
moving through kitchens and car rides,
through the sound of music playing
while work is done,
never fully noticing
how carefully love holds everything together.

Years later, the woman
standing at the stove,
driving the car,
answering questions from three directions at once,
trying to keep the day moving
while exhaustion hums quietly underneath it all.

In the middle,
years filled with noise,
and years filled with waiting…
waiting for headlights in the driveway.
waiting for the phone to ring.
waiting to be needed again.

And now, a changed life
that feels familiar
in ways we once could not understand…
the invisible thread
of loving someone
for the rest of your life.

As we become stronger
we grow softer,
creating safety without the need to name it,
watching sons become husbands,
daughters become wives,
children become parents.

And somewhere in all of it,
catching glimpses
of the women who came before
echoing quietly through this family…
Love never leaves
even as motherhood keeps changing shape.

Be Happy 🧡