You stare in the mirror and see tired eyes and messy hair staring back at you.
Your baby looks at this same reflection and instead of sleep deprived eyes accessorized with under eye circles- they see their whole universe.
You look in the mirror, studying how many of the pre-baby pounds that piled on prior to birth decided to hang around after- creating a post-baby reminder that your body still seems foreign.
Your baby curls up on those same extra pounds and appreciates a little extra cushion to snuggle on, as they fall asleep on top of you. These pounds carried their weight, gave them nourishment, and symbolized a healthy environment for them to grow in.
You glance around the house and notice that parts seem unrecognizable- a little less clean, a lot more piles of laundry and dishes than before.
Your baby looks around at those same areas and sees a place of comfort and solace, where their basic needs are being prioritized- put above undone chores and unrealistic expectations of order.
You observe your plate of cold food or cup of cold coffee and realize that it may be years before you enjoy certain comforts and preferences, again.
Your baby looks up at you and you realize that cultivating this little life is more significant than any comfort you could wish for. You won’t look back at this season and long for hot coffee, but you will reminisce on the baby snuggles that you chose, instead.
You look at your husband and see the man who first made you realize what it is like to love someone unconditionally. When you walked down the aisle, you never imagined a greater love or more joyful moment.
You both look down at your baby and realize that you love them more deeply than anything on this earth.
Oh Mama- your perspective of the long days shift and the purpose becomes clearer, when you trade eyes with your baby. May God grant you new mercies and fresh perspective, continually. Eyes that see and a soul that has immense gratitude for how very special this calling is.
Remain hopeful. Stay anchored. Refuse to sink.
Sincerely,
Simone
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