Motherhood is beauty woven into the quiet moments.. The sleeping weight of a child against your chest, the soft hum of their breath in the dark, the way their fingers find yours without thinking. It is tenderness wrapped in exhaustion, joy laced with surrender, love so vast that it spills into every corner of who you are. It is in the holding and in the letting go. The quiet strength in sacrifice, and the fierce grace in devotion. It's knowing that your heart no longer belongs to you alone..
Motherhood is raw, unfiltered, imperfect - and yet, beautiful beyond words..
Believe me when I say, the days are long but the years are short. Document the moments.. whatever stage you are in, don't wait. Your future self will thank you..
