My little boy is one month old already. I have been a mother for a month. My amazing husband has been a father for one month.
So much has changed since mid January. I have learned so much. Grown in so many ways. Realized how selfish I really am. Struggled, cried, grieved. Laughed, cried with joy. Cuddled my sweet baby boy for hours. Spent countless hours nursing and nourishing him. Watched my husband bond and fall in love with his son, and become the patient, loving father I always knew he would be.
Motherhood is HARD. Everyone tells you that, but it's so true. I don't think I was quite prepared for just how difficult it would be. It frustrating and nerve wracking and emotional. It can be thankless and inconvenient.
But what joy! What joy to know the Lord has blessed you with the incredible burden of loving and bringing up a little person. What a blessing, what an amazing challenge!
I may (and probably will not) never be the mother I want to be. A patient, wise, fun parent my son respects and adores. But I'm sure going to try.