03/05/2025
It won’t always be like this… 💙🩷💚
"It won’t always be like this.
I remind myself of this often.
To help me see through the hard days, but to also pull me into the now.
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Because it’s true.
They won’t always be this small.
And I won’t always be this tired.
They won’t always need me in this way. And I won’t always feel this lost.
They won’t always come to me first.
And I won’t also feel like I come last.
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This is a season.
We will move through it together.
And it will pass before we know it.
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It won’t always be like this.
And my heart aches as I think about what it may look like.
The first school drop off.
The last kiss goodnight.
The nights up late waiting for a call that doesn’t come.
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Because life will be different one day.
And it won’t always be this tiring, messy, or beautifully wholesome.
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It will be watching from afar from a clean house, longing for them to come home for a weekend.
It will be loving them through phone lines, messenger, and the kilometres between us.
It will be losing myself in something new, to busy my mind from what I’m missing.
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It won’t always be like this.
Not the hard.
Or the beautiful.
It will be a different hard and beautiful.
We won’t always be like this either.
We will age.
And our relationship will evolve.
We will be a different type of “us”.
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But this is my one chance at now.
I only get to love them, be there for them, and be needed in this exact way, once.
I only get to know this stage of motherhood like the back of my hand, once.
I only get this time as we are now, once.
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This is it.
I only get one Motherhood.
And they only get one childhood.
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This time is ours.
So I’m breathing it in, in all of its shades, Because it just won’t always be like this."
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