My daughter is three months old today. Motherhood seems to be flying by.
If you had asked me three months ago if I saw myself having children anytime soon my answer would have been no. Motherhood was reserved for the non-immediate future. I was fully in control of my life at least until three months ago. A whole unexpected pregnancy later having full control is the least of my worries.
These past three months of motherhood has taught me that I can’t always be in control. I’m learning that it will be okay if things don’t go according to my plans. I’m learning to let it be when schedules, routines, and to-do lists don’t happen. I’m learning to react better to change and it’s okay to ask for help.
Three months of motherhood is teaching me acceptance. I am accepting that success comes in many different forms. I am accepting that I need to be patient with myself and others. I am accepting that I am slowly doing and saying things that my mother has done or said. I am accepting that my everything I do or say is going to affect this tiny human that is my daughter.
Three months ago I would have never understood what is means to be overjoyed, anxious, sad, irritated, and exhausted all in the span of a hour sometimes all at once. I would have never understood the feelings of protectiveness and love that I now experience with my daughter. I would have never known the feeling of joy I now get from my every day interactions with my daughter.
As corny or cliche as it sounds, motherhood has changed me. I used to roll my eyes when people would gush over “the joys of motherhood”.
Now here I am with three months of motherhood experience.
I get it.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.