Motherhood has never looked so glorious.
At yesterday’s Grammys a heavily-pregnant Beyonce was worshipped like the levitating Goddess she is, while “back-to-work” mum Adele was scooping up gongs by the armful.
The English megastar deferring her win to Beyonce was the most talked about moment from the 59th Annual Grammy Awards. It was a righteous move and a very female thing to do – ‘I’m fabulous? No, you’re more fabulous!’ – and given the momentous weight of the album/movie/event that was Beyonce’s Lemonade, it was also the only thing to do.
But that wasn’t the only truth that Adele told up on that podium.
In case you missed it, she also said this:
“Five years ago, when I was last here, I also was pregnant, and I didn’t know – I found out shortly after… which was the biggest blessing of my life.
“And in my pregnancy and through becoming a mother I lost a lot of myself and I struggled, and I still do struggle being a mum, it’s really hard. But tonight winning this kind feels like I’ve come full circle and like a bit of me has come back to myself.”
Yes. Adele. Just yes. And welcome back.
If you are not a mother, or if you are a mother who feels like that is the only role you were born to play, you might be wondering how a rich and successful woman like Adele could possibly have struggled – or still struggle – with the double blessing of talent and parenthood.
But for anyone who has ever given birth, taken that tiny person home, dedicated themselves whole-heartedly to keeping them alive, then looked in the mirror and said, ‘Who IS that?’ these words will tinkle with truth.
Because what we can’t see from down in the cheap seats is that pregnancy – even if you’re doing it in a gown made of fairy wings with a choreographed army of followers – is a long, slow exercise in giving yourself over to another.
You are sharing everything you eat, drink, think and dream with a tiny stranger – or two, or three – and from the moment you feel that being moving inside you, you realise it will never be entirely about you ever again.