Growing {through motherhood}

I wrote this post for Josie's blog, but it felt like it very much needed to be here too...
 

Motherhood is more than I imagined it would be. In almost every way. More love. More beauty. More challenges. And even more pulling me in the direction of my heart.

 

But it's the growing that amazes me the most. That I grew my girls. And how they grow themselves. And more so how that love we share expands and increases and heightens and grows with every experience we share.

 

I've been in awe and wonder {and exhaustion too} at how motherhood has encouraged and nurtured me to grow and heal. Each day. Little by little. I find myself checking in with my heart, making changes, adjusting priorities and learning continually as I go.

 

Motherhood has encouraged me to ask the question: what makes my heart sing? To listen to the answer. And then act on it.

 

And in doing this, motherhood inspires me each day to grow further into the me I want to be. As my girls grow, I grow.

Each day as a mother I am given little reminders to savour moments, to allow myself to dream and to slow down even further. To pause and reflect amid days of chaos. To pause and give thanks often.

 

Motherhood reminds me in its fleeting heart-filled moments that I am blessed.

 

xx

And as I read back on these words this morning, I realised I needed this post more than ever today. Sometimes that growing is filled with challenges, but I find {and needed the reminder} that it always comes with an opportunity to heal, evolve and learn something new. Elisa xx

Has motherhood taught you more about yourself? Do you feel you're constantly growing and learning too? x

Finding me, finding you

As I wandered down the supermarket aisles this week, glancing at my smartphone shopping list and then darting my eyes back to the baby bundle sitting snug in my trolley, I couldn’t help but smile.

Her baby lips upturned, bright eyes glowing, and that beautiful smile. Baby Eve was staring wide-eyed and admiringly back at me. I was grocery shopping – not a task to be admired, I know. But I was most certain that in her stares I saw sparks of love, and glimpses of wonder and awe.

As I met her stare, I felt immense gratitude {and a whole lot of love}. The most placid, happy, smiling, joyful baby loves me, and wants me {and my boobs but that’s still counted as me, right?}.

So, while searching for gluten-free, low-sugar cereals, I got thinking about how I landed this effortlessly joyful, naturally calm, ever-so-content baby. Effortlessly joyful. Naturally calm. Ever-so-content. All the qualities I strive for in my every day {and often fail to include in my every day}. And here in front of me is this beautiful little girl possessing all of them.

My baby embodies the me I so desperately want to be. She’s only eight months old, but already she’s teaching me so much. I may not be able to capture joy, calm and bliss in my every day, but Eve can. And in her own graceful way, she's showing me how. And I'll be forever grateful.

Elisa xx


{Linking with loads more gratitude over at Kidspot's 52 Weeks of Grateful}

What are you feeling grateful for this week?