POEM.

We’re told we should aspire to more,
We’re told to aspire to less.
We’re told that we should contribute more,
That a mother, a woman, always says yes.

POEM.

You’ve lost track of the time
And you’ve lost count of the days.
Your eyes are tired, body sore,
I promise it won’t always be this way.

MUSINGS.

Entering motherhood I had so many questions about how it would change me.

MUSINGS.

Social support is a biological necessity. We are not meant to mother alone. Having a support network is so important, especially in the early days of motherhood.

MUSINGS.

I don’t believe there’s such a thing as ‘balance’ - that social idea of being able to do just enough of everything to get it right and feel ‘whole’.

MUSINGS.

To the one who made me a mama. We’ve only got days together as just you and me (and your daddy) and I’m a mixed bag of excitement at this next chapter for our little family and grief that this current chapter is about to close.

MUSINGS.
Who am I now that I am a mother? How does this fit with the person I was?

POEM.

They handed me my baby, and said congratulations mum.
We took him home with our new titles, not sure how to ‘become’.

MUSINGS.

The beginning of motherhood looks different for everyone and we can’t plan for everything that could and does happen during childbirth. But we can be prepared and empowered.