Embracing the Changes: A Postpartum Love Letter

The other night, I stood in front of the mirror and took two seconds longer than usual and really *looked* at myself. I speak for every women, but especially those who have birthed a child, that it can be so easy to focus on what's different with our bodies ... what's been lost. But this specific day, a wave of gratitude washed over me. I was looking at a vessel that has changed beyond measure, and in doing so, has become something extraordinary.

My newfound stretch marks, often seen as imperfections, to me are badges of honor. They tell a story of growth, truly, as I noticed them getting more and more prominent the further away I got from my due date. They are the signs of nurturing into existence a tiny human I'd not yet met. My body, softer and rounder, is a testament to the miracle of childbirth. It's a map of love, marked by every curve and line that says, "This is the place I got to love my babies all to myself."

In this mirror, I see a woman who is stronger than she ever thought possible, both mentally as well as physically. She's endured pain, exhaustion, and sleepless nights, not only for her own body, but for those of her children. Yet, here she is, standing tall (yet, with slumped shoulders because nursing posture), filled with a love so profound it's almost tangible. 

This body, which has transformed, has also become a sanctuary of comfort for my baby. It's a source of nourishment, warmth, and protection. This voice, these hands, these boobs (which are bigger than ever ... #milkcow). Everything that's mine has expanded to be the refuge for those I love most.

There are so many changes happening, both internally and externally during this season of my life. Postpartum is a beautiful whirlwind of feeling so close to heaven whilst recovering from the trek to defeat Cerberus in the underworld. A mind-blowing, soul (and body) stretching journey that leaves its brutal scars yet also some of the happiest moments to prove you showed up for them. 

So, 6 weeks postpartum and here I am ... learning to appreciate the beauty in the unfamiliar. This new me, with her changing shape and newfound strength, is a mother. And that is the most beautiful thing I could ever be. This season of my life where nothing is familiar, is a season I know I'll miss someday. 

So, as I look in the mirror and see this warrior of a woman looking back at me, I give her a hug and whisper, "I am grateful for a healthy body that has grown two beautiful humans and continues to support me in my daily efforts. You are incredible." 

 Wherever you are in your journey: pregnant, new mom, old mom, yearning to be a mom ... as you navigate this chapter, I hope you can learn to embrace the unfamiliar and find wonder in the ordinary. Your body, whatever status you hold, is a testament to the incredible power of the female form. And for that, we have reason to be grateful. I know I am. Eternally grateful.