Mother, you have put forth the most adorable creature and all eyes became moist and teary in affection. They watched you cuddle your child in Thanksgiving oblivious of your struggles and the struggles yet to come.
The nights came with deep cries from a tiny creature whom you couldn't ignore. You nursed him in weariness and deep discomfort. You took to your knees and in front of your baby you cried in silence. They didn't see your weakness. They thought motherhood was normal but I know it's not.
I know about the mood swings buried under your zeal to pretend that everything is fine. Those days when you wake up from a thirty minute sleep feeling worthless and out of place.
I know about the trips to the toilet to cry under the sound of your shower. Breathing in and out furiously and trying to keep calm. I know how hard it was for you to walk out with a smile amidst a red swollen face. Bloated eyes tired since the day you pushed your baby into the world.
I know about your low self-esteem, I know you feel big and ugly, like you gave your body in exchange for your little one. I know you don't have the courage to look at a mirror because you've lost your curves amidst fat and stretch marks.
I know about the unfinished house chores. I know that your baby has taken everything you ever seem to have and you can barely sort out the clothes in the laundry room. I know your hair is messed up and so is your head. Mother I know.
I wrote this letter to you to remind you that you're brave. You were excited to have a baby, oblivious of the pains of childbirth and the struggles afterwards. When you were faced with the great unknown in the labour room, you gave in your best. You screamed, groaned and cried until you heard the cry of your little one and immediately the pains became history. I want you to know what a warrior you are, a heroin and most importantly a mother. I want you to know that your body holds the perfect history of your nine month journey. Your stretch marks came as a result of your natural desire to house your little one and those nights you cried means your body is very weak. But it doesn't mean you don't love your new life as a mother. You're experiencing changes and will keep discovering new things about motherhood. You're blessed and you're beautiful through your scars.
I wrote this letter too for all to see that a mother needs care too!
CATALEABONEZ
The nights came with deep cries from a tiny creature whom you couldn't ignore. You nursed him in weariness and deep discomfort. You took to your knees and in front of your baby you cried in silence. They didn't see your weakness. They thought motherhood was normal but I know it's not.
I know about the mood swings buried under your zeal to pretend that everything is fine. Those days when you wake up from a thirty minute sleep feeling worthless and out of place.
I know about the trips to the toilet to cry under the sound of your shower. Breathing in and out furiously and trying to keep calm. I know how hard it was for you to walk out with a smile amidst a red swollen face. Bloated eyes tired since the day you pushed your baby into the world.
I know about your low self-esteem, I know you feel big and ugly, like you gave your body in exchange for your little one. I know you don't have the courage to look at a mirror because you've lost your curves amidst fat and stretch marks.
I know about the unfinished house chores. I know that your baby has taken everything you ever seem to have and you can barely sort out the clothes in the laundry room. I know your hair is messed up and so is your head. Mother I know.
I wrote this letter to you to remind you that you're brave. You were excited to have a baby, oblivious of the pains of childbirth and the struggles afterwards. When you were faced with the great unknown in the labour room, you gave in your best. You screamed, groaned and cried until you heard the cry of your little one and immediately the pains became history. I want you to know what a warrior you are, a heroin and most importantly a mother. I want you to know that your body holds the perfect history of your nine month journey. Your stretch marks came as a result of your natural desire to house your little one and those nights you cried means your body is very weak. But it doesn't mean you don't love your new life as a mother. You're experiencing changes and will keep discovering new things about motherhood. You're blessed and you're beautiful through your scars.
I wrote this letter too for all to see that a mother needs care too!
CATALEABONEZ
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