We weren’t meant to go through motherhood numb and disconnected.
We are meant to feel every emotion, every sensation that motherhood brings… for this brings transformation.
They want to rob you of your blessing. They want you to go through motherhood numb and disconnected. And they make you pay for it. Can you believe it? You pay them to rob you of your blessings.
They want to steal your joy and your peace in pregnancy and birth. They want to fill your mind with anxiety and fear. They want to disconnect you from your child’s earliest months of life. The precious first sensations that you were so meant to feel first, on your own. Pregnancy and birth… a time of metamorphosis, expansion, preparation- they want to rob you of it all. They want to fill your head with fear and your heart with worries. They want you to believe that they are saving you from danger, but in the process of “rescuing” you, they steal the most precious gifts that we have the honor of experiencing as women, as mothers.
You can be so near to The Creator Himself during this time… a rich, powerful, transformative experience. You can be so near to death and so near to life during this time… they want to rob you of this sanctifying journey.
Motherhood. They attempted to disconnect you from your child, even before your child left your womb. And they won’t stop. They will keep attacking every aspect of mothering to disconnect you from your child. They want you to go through the motions in motherhood… to be numb, drunk, angry, tired, disconnected. They say it’s only for the early years. But don’t fall for their lie, because you just might find that decades went by. Decades were stolen. Motherhood was stolen. But this is the greatest joy. Oh, it is the greatest joy to be a mother. To nurture, to love, to care for, to carry, to be needed.
You were designed to enjoy motherhood… to thrive as a mother, from the moment of your child’s conception.
They will tell you that you are inadequate in everything that you do. They will attempt to persuade you that you aren’t enough. They will attack the living nourishment that flows from your breasts. They will attack your body and try to convince you that you are dangerous to your own child. They will call you dangerous and your natural maternal instincts dangerous. But then they will create non-living objects to replace you and your instincts, in mockery of you. And they will make you pay for it. You won’t hold your baby. You won’t rock your baby. You won’t nurse your baby. You won’t sleep with your baby. And you will pay them.
They don’t stop, oh no. They stole the precious moments of infancy and they won’t stop until you are back at work and your baby is being raised by someone else for the next couple decades. Anyone but you. And you pay them. And they don’t stop. Years fly by like this… stolen years. Stolen life. Lives stolen. Transformation stolen. Sanctification stolen. The deepest emotions and the closest connections known to mankind… stolen. The most beautiful experiences humans can experience on earth… stolen.
Don’t let them do it to you. Fight for you, your children, your lineage.
Allow yourself to savor motherhood in all of its rawness. It’s meant to be hard, painful, deep, beautiful, simple, easy, blissful, exhilarating, exciting, fulfilling, nourishing, spiritual, transformative, ecstatic, terrifying… all of this, from the very beginning. It all can coexist and it is all beautiful. We were designed to experience this. Allow yourself to take back what has been stolen. It will be the hardest work you do, but also the easiest. And it will be so worth it.
Hold your children tight. Don’t let go. From the moment they are conceived in your womb, don’t let go. Nourish them, nurture them, love them. You will find yourself also nourished, nurtured, and loved. There is nothing like it.
Dance with them. Sing with them. Play with them. Make music with them. Paint with them. Eat and drink with them. Learn with them. Explore with them. Create with them. Live life with them. You will find yourself in love. In love with them, with motherhood, with life, with God.
