Thinking about my life and the lives of some other moms I know, it’s become clear how unique every woman’s journey to motherhood is. Our experiences are as unique and different as our finger prints. For some lucky ones, they get pregnant at the drop of a hat (or a thong!). For some, like me, it takes planning, trying, praying and waiting, before it finally happens. For others, it takes years of waiting and medical intervention for the seed to sprout. No matter the path that leads us to those pink lines, the joy is indescribable. It’s pure and perfect. It’s the beginning of hopes, dreams and aspirations. For many of us, our children don’t become real when we hold them in our arms. They become real the moment we get a positive pregnancy test.
As unique as conception is, the months that follow also take us down different paths. For some it’s business as usual with only a bump to show. For others, like me, it’s puking, insomnia, loss of appetite, discomfort of varying kinds and degrees. While some have to wait it out on bed rest with very limited activity.
The delivery takes us down another unique path. From medication-free deliveries, to planned C-sections. From smooth and easy vaginal deliveries, to endless hours of pain and anguish. We push through because we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s feels like we are in a marathon, and we can finally see the finish line.
Whatever your story, however you got here, you’re a mom now. You’ve experienced a special, genuine kind of love. Love that makes all your earlier (and future) challenges well worth it. You have this little human who you’ll carry close to your heart for the rest of your life. That child becomes your world, and to that child, you’re God on earth.
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