When my daughter was born, I knew right away: nothing would ever be the same.
Love like I had never known overflowed inside me, and with all that love, vulnerability. And with vulnerability, fear. Motherhood is a work of balance, constantly. Sometimes I look at my girl, and love takes over me, overpowers me, and at the height of that feeling, I also feel a weird understanding that I have given away all control. I have no control over my daughter’s choices, over her moving around and falling, over her heart and her heartbreaks. When you become a Mother, your give birth to your heart. Your heart, beautiful and vulnerable. Your heart, full of love and potential. Your heart, brave and scared, all at the same time. And we have to let go. We have to allow our children to be. We have to allow them to fall and get hurt. We have to allow them to have pain and suffering. And that… is hard. It is hard to look outside of you and watch your heart, out there, living, and being vulnerable to Life.
That is when we must remember that Life is Good, that Life is Gentle if we let it be. We balance our love and our fears, and we do that in order to allow our Hearts, our Children, to fulfill their own destiny, and become the unique expression of Life that they are meant to be. So yes, when my daughter was born, my heart was born. And I am surviving, and I am thriving, and I am scared, yes, but I am alive. And I have never looked back.
Happy Mother’s day to all of us, BRAVE, WILLING, ALIVE.