Motherhood looks like many things.
Our airbrushed, social media or societal view can make us wonder if anyone else struggles to keep a house tidy and a child alive, or if anyone else loses their patience.
We can wonder if anyone else goes 4 days without showering or if their children fight or whine or if they would feel like it is all too much sometimes. We can wonder why we don’t have a beautiful brightly lit house full of perfectly dressed children. We wonder all kinds of things.
But motherhood is so much more than any of this. It is more than the best moments, and more than the worst moments. Motherhood is the whole spectrum of experience. It is a life lived together.
More than the sunlit captures of smiling children, motherhood looks like the everyday. Everyday acts of service. Everyday selfless love. Everyday questions, answers, requests to put something away, something on, something back.
Motherhood looks like holding their hand as they climb up the stairs, taking a deep breath when they insist they can do it alone and allowing them the space to try. It is being the safe space, the hugger, the injury fixer.
It is in the everyday, over and over choices and actions that the picture of motherhood comes together. It’s the small details, the crumbs on the floor, again, the socks that never match, the sound of their voice saying ‘mummy’ or the giggle when you tickle them. It is in the hands that offer blooms picked from the garden, the playful exploration everywhere they go.
Motherhood is in the big and the small. Dropping them off somewhere for the first time, and cutting another sandwich. Watching them learn to walk, and the bedtime hug and kiss. Days spent as a family that are full of quality time, and those when there are tantrums and arguments and at the end of the day knowing that love is enough.
Motherhood does not look like one thing, or one way. Motherhood looks like loving and caring, always, whatever culture or country or people. But the ways are many. They are in the magic and mundane. They are in the tiny moments, things that are done over and over again, the way that they are done. The love is in the giving, the holding when they are hurt. In the smiles and bedtime stories and dance parties or in the toothbrushing and patient repeating of facts.
Motherhood looks like struggle, and beauty, feeling proud and also silent times of doubt and fear. It looks like choosing to keep going day after day, hour after hour, because that love is so deep and real. It looks like wondering if you are doing enough, wondering if they will remember this when they are older. It looks like choosing what you know is right and good, over and over. Choosing to connect, cuddling again, explaining things one more time.
Motherhood looks different for each of us, full of the mundane and the magical, each interconnected and woven together to make the unique tapestry of our lives together.
Motherhood is so much more than we can fully express.