Musing On Motherhood

 

My Mother-In-Law recently admitted that she wasn’t sure what type of mother I might be or how I would embrace the roll.

As an only child from a small family, she doubted my experience or lack there of.

Not to say: she thought I’d be a bad mother, but more to say: she was pleasantly surprised to see the mother that emerged.

 

The truth is, that while I can understand where she might have doubt, I never once did.

It’s strange.

I think most new first time mothers might tell you that they often feel flooded with doubts.

And where others might drown, I found myself in a carefree backstroke or water aerobics display.

In a joyful expression of dance.

 

Motherhood has always been my destiny.

I’ve known, from a young age, that in truth, I would never feel complete or completely find myself until I fulfilled that destiny.

And so I plunge.

Deep into the unknown- yet strangely familiar- warm, calming waters of motherhood.

Because together we are invincible.

And fearless.

And whole.

Destined for greatness.