I have been a momma in stages.
I have been a new momma.
Fresh with sleepless nights & spit-up covered clothing.
Walking around clueless & dazed & overwhelmed with joy & fear, in equal measure.
I have been a toddler momma.
Chasing & chasing & chasing.
Listening to “Watch this!” on repeat.
Trying to break all the falls & clean all the messes & sneak all the snuggles.
I have been an adolescent momma.
Watching toys become a thing of the past & eye contact being replaced by eye rolling.
Painting bedrooms in “grown-up” colors & bagging up outgrown clothing.
I have been a teenage momma.
Noting changes in voices & attitudes & bodies.
Stealing hugs & holding them until they are broken by the other party.
Feeling time nipping at the heels of every moment together.
I have been an adult momma.
Hastily answering all phone calls & holding my breath until I’m assured all is well.
Realizing that the rooms in our home only feel bigger because furniture has been removed & clothes have been removed & people have changed addresses…permanently.
I have been a momma in stages.
I have felt presence as fiercely as absence.
I have known abundant joy & overwhelming grief.
I have held tightly & let go & wiped tears…many of them mine.
I have wanted so badly to be not needed & I have equally loved being needed in abundance.
I have plugged my ears to drown out the chaos & I have turned down every outside noise so as to not miss a single syllable echoing off the walls of our home.
I have loved with my whole heart & loved with holes in my heart.
I have gripped tightly to every moment & I have relaxed my hold with each passing day.
I have been humbled & honored & hurt & held.
I have had moments of the euphoric feeling of success & I have felt the capsizing weight of failure.
I have been a momma in stages.
Sometimes it has been with side-splitting laughter.
Sometimes it has been on the floor, on my face, gasping for breath.
There is no way to prepare.
There are too many variables & too many guidelines & not enough hours in any given day.
Lean in, mommas.
You will be a momma in stages.
Sometimes you will be center stage.
Sometimes you will be backstage.
Sometimes you will be stage “right” and sometimes you will be stage “left out”.
No matter how much you read or prepare or plan or schedule.
You will succeed & you will fail.
You will laugh & you will cry.
You will be on the highest peak & you will sometimes find yourself in the lowest valley.
Sometimes those events will happen on the same calendar day.
You will hold until it hurts & you will hurt letting go.
You will pray you did enough & you will still feel inadequate at the end of most days.
You will inhale comparison & exhale frustration or you will inhale truth & exhale peace.
Some days will be a little of both.
Give grace upon grace upon grace…
To your children & to yourself.
You will be a momma in stages.
And every stage is okay.
Love yourselves, mommas.
Love yourselves well.
Tell yourself truth & reject lies.
You. Are. Enough.
Today, tomorrow & forever.
In every stage
you always have been
always are
& always will be
enough.
Rest in that, mommas.