The Process Of Motherhood

Motherhood…

One day, it’s just here. It’s the one thing you’ve dreamed of…becoming a mother. Or maybe it wasn’t really in your dreams at all, but now somehow, you couldn’t imagine life any other way.

It’s hard—SO hard!

But, it’s perfect. In every difficult way, it’s perfect!

Then they grow up a little, maybe get an attitude, slam a few doors, maybe even call you a name or two?? And that hurts you so deep that you wonder, “How could someone that I love so much, someone I gave life to, hurt me like this?” It’s not until a moment like that do we realize the intense love that our mothers have/had for us. It’s not until we feel the love for our own child, do we completely understand…

It comes full circle. You’re sorry you ever yelled, sorry you ever hurt her feelings, and you love her more than ever. Because you know that they loved you through it all.

The good—and the bad.

I imagine that this is how a mother becoming a grandmother for the first time feels. Any difficult times as a mother was worth it— because of THIS. I imagine that becoming a grandmother is something special. Something very special! You can see it here in the eyes of “Gammy,” and in the eyes of her precious grandchildren.

Motherhood never goes away, it changes, but never goes away. It’s hard for me as a mother of young children to understand that. As they grow, I get sad, because I think it’s almost over… My oldest is only 13 years from being an adult! Gosh that’s hard to think about, but I think it only gets better. And I am so excited to go through this motherhood journey with my babies, and excited for all of the changes, ups and downs, and in betweens!

Author: Ashleigh

Mother of two boys + Indiana native, Ashleigh Ferguson is a professional blogger on a mission to help mothers minimize the things in their life so they can spend it on the things that matter most! She is also a lifestyle filmmaker and photo journalist for brands of all sizes.

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