Motherhood the first time around is a whirlwind journey. When I asked Amber how her experience of motherhood relates to the expectations that she had for it, she emphatically said "Not at all!" In nearly every way, this journey has been harder, and also so much more fulfilling than she could have imagined. In the struggles and at the deepest bottoms, she has found a new sense of empowerment, of confidence in her own strength and instinctual wisdom.
From the outside of motherhood looking in it was easy to imagine the "right" way to parent. Easy to imagine sleepy and cooing babies. Easy to imagine that the arrival of this sweet babe would be a relief from the challenges of pregnancy. We don't really ever expect to be out of the frying pan and into the fire. From a rough pregnancy straight into a colicky and "spirited" baby, it hasn't been the easiest transition of their lives.
When they made the decision a year ago to make the move from the comfort of their humble abode to building their dream home, right as baby was due to arrive, it seemed terrifying. Moving a family of three into a holiday trailer in her mother's yard didn't appear ideal. In the end, it was the biggest blessing they could have hoped for. The challenge of sleepless months was tempered by the ready support of family.
They still don't sleep through the night, and car rides are still not easy, but Amber has found the strength to manage their expectations and obligations, to say no when she needs to, even if it isn't easy. She has given her spirited babe love wholeheartedly and deeply, rather than resenting the challenges she sometimes brings.
I find one of the most amazing but subtle gifts of motherhood to be the confidence we gain by standing strong in our instincts and values.
The experience of carrying, growing, and bringing a child into this world, (or of working so hard and waiting patiently as you ride the adoption roller-coaster) makes you more aware than ever of your innate strength, of the wisdom of your creation, and the power that you hold within you.
Even before a child ever arrives, we are inundated with "shoulds" and "rules" and the "wisdom" of the well meaning public. It is hard work to build strength to accept the loving intentions of others, while releasing our guilt of going against all the advice that just doesn't fit with our children or our homes.
Support is so vital to gaining that strength, and thankfully Amber has an amazing husband who provides balance to her anxieties and assurance of the wisdom of her instincts. She has a mother close at hand who has been in her shoes many times over, and uses that wisdom to build up rather than to dictate or critique.
Spending time with Amber and her little darling was such a reminder of how distant that time already feels. That time of being at home, way out here in the bush, alone with my first baby, at that age where she needed constant stimulation. That feeling of overwhelming boredom and love.
It was hard for me to feel like an adequate mother when I am just not that good at being entertaining. It is hard work for me to be ON all the time. I am a quiet listener, a soulful conversationalist, and a lover of peaceful time outdoors and contemplative creation.
I adore everything about toddlers, their sweet cuddles and precious giggles, their wispy hairs and dimpled fingers, their chubby legs and silly dances. In small doses, they are a breath of fresh air, of joy and possibility. Even so, toddlers are not my kindred spirits, and I am okay with that. Motherhood doesn't always come easy or naturally, every stage holds it's own blessings and challenges. That toddler that I so struggled to entertain, she ended up my exact replica, quietly colouring at all hours of the day, soulfully caring for her younger siblings, and imaginatively creating new worlds for them to enjoy.
Sometimes we don't sleep, our hair gets pulled, and even our bodies are not our own. Sometimes we make concessions to our preconceived notions of ideal motherhood. Sometimes we realize that we were once the ones judging the way that we now feel judged.
Sometimes we move past that all. Sometimes we accept our own choices and embrace our own strength. Sometimes we take comfort in knowing that we are more equipped than ever to handle what this world will throw at us.
Sometimes we release our judgements of ourselves and of others, and the world is a better place for it.
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