Hi there everyone! My name is Sarah and I blog over at It's a Vol! I'm wife to Christopher and toddler wrangling, coffee drinking, Mississippi Hippie mom to our girl Evie. I write about our crazy adventures including real life stories about raising a baby girl, working momma-hood and life after PPD/A.
Thanks to AP for having me here today and thank you to her loyals for taking a minute to read my words!
It's amazing how much we just know before we have kids, how certain and sure our world is. Then one balmy spring day at 2:55 in the morning your whole world is rocked. Things that were concrete before have become more like, well, pudding. There are mistakes to be made and lessons to be learned. There are days when you just get it right and you fist pump the air. Then, motherhood slaps you back down again, but you get up and you keep going, because that's what motherhood is. It's flying high knowing you might have a crash landing at any time (most often brought on by a nap strike). It's limping away from the crash site and remembering that tomorrow will be a better day. It's resilience.
Since the day I became a mother I've felt like that was the lesson this tiny squalling human with the red face was teaching me. She taught me how to love deeply in the face of adversity and depression, she showed me that although this day right here was bad that not all days are to be lived in the dark. She taught me that I am not who I was, and that that's OK, to be flexible, to bend when I wanted to break, and then to bend some more. Then I learned that although the bending and stretching was painful when it was done I was stronger for the pain, better for the remolding.
She has taught me from day one that life doesn't go according to plan, that births and babies and lives can't be made to follow our will, that they will be what they will be and we can either stand rigid in the wind and break or bend in the breeze until we the storm passes and we can once again stand upright. We are changed by the storms in our life both big and small. They may simply leave a few tears behind or barely healed scars, but if we allow them to change us we will emerge as something more beautiful.
She's a good teacher my nineteen month old daughter, she's taught me all of this simply by being born on a balmy spring day at 2:55 in the morning.
What are the big lessons you've learned from your children?