As the morning sun gently cascades the bed and the flickering light washes over me, I am reminded of the hope in the new day.
Hope holds onto my hand, letting me know I’m not alone on my journey of motherhood.
Hope sends soft whispers when I feel broken down, reminding me tomorrow is just around the bend.
Hope embraces me, guiding me to inhale, exhale, and breathe.
Hope nourishes and refuels my soul when my weary heart is tired.
Hope restores my faith in knowing my path is guided by those I birthed.
Hope reassures me I’m not the only one.
Being a mom is hard.
Sometimes it’s tough.
But if we hold on to the hope of tomorrow, many blessings will come to light.
As we travel the bumpy road of motherhood, we need to remind our sisters, friends, and neighbors to hang on when raising our children drags us down and challenges come knocking on our door.
We need to remind one another some days are extraordinary and billowing with elation around every bend, while other days, the twists and turns of life cut deep to the core, and an ounce of patience is almost too hard to find.
But through it all, if I pause long enough, I will hear the subtle whisper of hope gently reassuring me, “Hang in there, Mama.”
Hang in there, Mama, as your newborn fusses and you can barely keep your eyes open for another feeding, but your tired body continues to offer soothing comfort.
Hang in there, Mama, as your toddler struggles with boundaries and tantrums have become more prevalent.
Hang in there, Mama, as your growing little one holds your hand tight, gazing up at you with a toothless grin, while the next day, budding big kid teeth appear, and you now cross the street, side by side, barely touching.
Hang in there, Mama, as your tween seeks independence but clings tightly to childhood, not knowing which path to choose as emotions run wild.
Hang in there, Mama, as your teen spreads their wings, soaring in directions you never imagined while soaking in the bittersweet moment of letting go.
Hang in there, Mama, as the adult before you search for further independence and clarity but still have the soft giggle of the toddler you once held in your loving arms.
Hang in there, Mama, and know we are not traveling on our journey alone. We have each other to lean on and, more importantly, to learn from.
We have a network of love and unconditional support.
We have a haven to surround us and protect us when we have doubts.
We have one another to reach out to when our second-guessing creeps in and takes over.
We have each other.
Believe it.
Feel it.
Live it.
Love it.
We will forever have the eternal connection, firmly rooted in place, which all moms share, the gift of loving a child.
Our child is the love that binds us.
Our child is the hope which offers us peace.
Our child is the blessing that brings us to our knees.
Our child is the gift that reaches into our souls and changes us.
Our child is the truth that we share with complete transparency.
Our child is the joy that allows expectations to be lost.
Our child is our heart overflowing with love.
This is motherhood.
Motherhood is a place of grace.
Motherhood is self-discovery.
Motherhood is a rebirth.
Motherhood is warmth and compassion seeping out each day.
Motherhood is love.
So as I travel this motherhood journey, I pause, knowing I’m not alone, and hold tight to the many blessings and whispers of hope.
My eyes may be weary, but the cascading light in the early morning nourishes my soul.
The light reminds me, yet again, as I breathe in and say a silent prayer of thanks; the hope in today will carry me through to many tomorrows.
The hard days will move along, teaching and guiding us as the many blessings soothe our souls.
Hang in there, Mama. You are not alone, nor will you ever be.
