When nothing else matters.

The rants, the hard times and the long days. This moment right here is why being a mother is the best thing in the world. How someone so little can be so fragile yet so strong. The amount of times I’ve cried because she hasn’t stopped crying, the amount of times I’m hushing and humming wishing for sleep, the amount of times her little fingers poked my eyes…. All worth it. Every single time, they’re worth it.

No one can prepare you for having a baby. No amount of books can teach you it all. There isn’t a midwife who comes home with you, you’re it. It’s scary. But fuck me it’s worth it.

I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart it gets better. So much better. Life becomes easier. Not because the baby gets older but because you learn to juggle life and family. You learn that dishes can wait and toast is an adequate meal. You learn that you don’t have to be the best at everything. You learn that winging it is apart parenting. None of us know what we’re doing. That doesn’t mean you won’t have bad days but when you do just get in the shower. Sit there and hum. Sit there and wash their tiny backs. Let them fall asleep. Imagine how crazy the world is to them.

Little things we don’t think of are new and scary. Everything is still so fresh, they have no memory of it happening before so they need to learn to adapt. This moment right here, she is safe and she feels secure. Right in the arms of her mother.

Before I know it she won’t do this but until then I’ll hold her a little longer. Skin to skin at its best.

This was originally published on The Modern Mumma and was republished here with full permission. 

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