The pain that you’ve been feeling, can’t compare to the joy that’s coming. -Romans 8:18

I’ve taken a few minutes to think about this line from Romans 8:18 and how true this rings to motherhood. We are given such a gift with this role. It comes with hardship, pain, joy, love, laughter and everything both in between and on either side. Each experience is unique, each turn of events affects us each in a different way. In essence though, we are all on the same journey. Am I right?

The truth is, I was made for this role and my daughter is my most perfect fit. She is who she is and I am who I am because of her. She was made for me and no other. She is mine, through and through. She is here to compliment me, and challenge me in the most annoyingly perfect ways.

I am sure motherhood does have days that are full of all the magical things we could dream of, the days when you feel fresh and beautiful and you can just float through the day without distraction or interruption. But let’s be real, I think I can count those times on maybe one finger.

My experience of coming home for the first time was like walking through a fierce storm that rushed through my life, breaking apart every thing I was once sure of and as soon as the chaos settled down, there were only just pieces of my previous life to pick up and build off of, to make better, and to enjoy differently.