Today

I have many tomorrows of motherhood to come. The bulk of my life as a mother is ahead of me. I will never not be a mother again.

I found out I was going to be a mother, really already was a mother, August 2018. My first child arrived in April.

Every day when I look at his face, I ponder my future as a mother.

First-time motherhood has been a whirlwind of do's and don'ts,  rising and falling waves of worry, and fear of the passing of time.

First-time motherhood has also been a flurry of smiles and laughter, rising and soaring joy, and excitement for all that life has in store.

I reflect today upon the passing days in my son's life.

Today, I hear him cry, I watch him grow, I hold him close.

Tomorrow, he will roll over.

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Tomorrow, he will crawl across the floor.

Tomorrow, he will take his first steps.

Tomorrow, he will outgrow his diapers.

Tomorrow, he will stop breastfeeding.

Tomorrow, he will help me take care of his younger siblings.

Tomorrow, he will go to school.

Tomorrow, there will be fights. There will be hard days. There will be struggles I cannot yet imagine.


The day after tomorrow, he will move out of our home.

The day after tomorrow, he will dance at his own wedding.

That day, I will be proud of the man he has become.


Today, I praise God for the strength He will give me each day and for every tomorrow.

Today, I hold my son a little closer and a little tighter while these baby cuddles last.

Today, I want to live for today, so that each day is lived to its fullest.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, I am a mother just trying to do her best, taking only baby steps herself.


When tomorrow becomes today, I want to look back at yesterday and say,

"It was all worth it."

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