I was going to dedicate this post to thoughts about autonomy, birth spaces, education systems and more… but I’ve got a poorly, stuck to me toddler, and honestly no motivation to try and escape when these cuddles are so needed to help him feel safe.

So tonight instead I’m turning to poetry, and I’m going to breathe him in deeply. He’ll never be this small again.

The reality of motherhood.

Change.
Growth.
Stretching.
Pulls.
Push.
Shrink.
Contract.
Slow down.
Bounce back.
Quickly.
Make it count.
Guilt.
Shame.
Blame.
Fear.
Love.
Joy.
Bliss.
Chaos.
Can’t do it.
Don’t have a choice.
Keep going… how?

Because, the reality of motherhood
Is that we will do it all
Again and again
We are tested beyond our wildest means
We are blessed with the most precious gifts.
We protect
We guide
We hold
We heal
And ultimately,
We say
When they’re ready
Goodbye.

The reality of motherhood
Is that there’s nothing quite like it
It’s the hardest
Most wonderful
Rollercoaster ride
Ever
And though I hate rollercoasts
In real life
This one, is pretty damn incredible
To be riding.

I’ll leave it there tonight,

With love, Rohana x