MOTHERHOOD IS A JOURNEY

Like hot air balloon launches in Christmas PJs as the sun begins to rise, 

Up against the depths of your patience and back again. 

Like tea parties with well-loved stuffed animals – 

To the expanse of your exhaustion, vast and groggy like walking the desert sand. 

It will parade you over mountain top highs of elation and pride, 

To sweaty afternoons watching trash trucks clank by. 

You’ll visit both beautiful and terrible and sometimes both at the same time,  

But every situation that stretches you past your limits makes you even more flexible.  

Every view has opened our eyes a little bit further to the magic that we used to call familiar.  

And each time you wake up to wander again  

Makes you better. 

I have a feeling we’ll one day see the pit stops as provisions  

And the growth as grace. 

And maybe we’ll look back at the map of where we’ve been, 

And realize that all along the journey has led us right to who we should be.