Motherhood

I see you dear Mother juggling the pram with one hand and balancing groceries with the other.

I see you dear Mother, hair up in a messy bun carrying your baby on your chest as you run your errands.

I see you dear Mother in your gym pants racing through the car park with toddlers in tow.

I see you dear Mother feeding your babies; breastfeeding, bottle, organic tofu, McDonald’s. Everything in between.

I see you dear Mother belly still swollen, bags under your eyes doing the school drop off, making those special lunch bags, remembering all the little things.

I see you dear Mother craving for a moment in silence to drink your coffee, then missing your little ones so immensely when they’re gone.

I see you dear Mother wiping your silent tears at the school gates, where did 5years go? Kindergarten already?

I see you dear Mother not able to recognise yourself any more. I see your transformation and your struggle.

I see you dear Mother as your children hang off you when you answer the phone or go to the toilet. You are a celebrity in the eyes of your children.

I see you dear Mother as your life expands with 1 million little kisses and hugs.

I see you dear Mother when your toddler screams and throws an epic tantrum. Shattering ear drums and breaking glass.

I see you dear Mother as you return to work and the mixed emotions that brings.

I see you dear Mother as you work crazy hours so you can play with your kids when they are awake.

I see you dear Mother creating your amazing business from the kitchen bench.

I see you dear Mother and all the worry you now carry.

I see you dear Mother and the black cloud hanging over you as you try to find yourself after so much sleep deprivation.

I see you dear Mother and the journey you take as a solo parent, making it work somehow. You are superwoman incarnate.

I see you dear Mother and the tough decisions that you made, the loss you felt and still feel when those babies didn’t make it home.

I see you dear Mother and the confusion in your heart when you sit by your sick baby in the NICU.

I see you dear Mother and the lonliness you feel in those early days when you haven’t showered, eaten, slept, spoken to another adult.

I see you dear Mother when your eyes light up and your heart explodes when your child says “I love you”.

I see you dear Mother when all your babies have now grown and left the nest.

I see you dear Mother in your many forms: adoptive mother, foster mother, trying to conceive mother, surrogate mother, god-mother, step-mother, grandmother…

I see you dear Mother, lioness, warrior, healer, divine portal of cosmic light. You are perfect just the way you are, your scars are beautiful and your heart unshakeable. No matter where you are on the scale of motherhood know that you are deeply LOVED.