The birth of a child, is also the birth of a mother. We are both new to this life. I am not the same person I was before motherhood. I became better, softer, more aware, more selfless. Birth stretches you in ways that are hard to explain, but easier understood if experienced. Through the transitions of pregnancy and birth, I became anew. To mother myself and my child simultaneously is such an honor. There is innocence and bliss in the process of becoming.

I am experiencing, giving, and given grace each and everyday. Grace to miss who I was, the carelessness I could embody as an individual. Grace to embrace the role of being the main character; the nurturer, comforter, the nurse, chef, and influence on such a sweet child.

^{I adore motherhood, in all its beauty, struggles, and nuances.}

The stages of pregnancy that left me on edge, anxious, and emotionally undone at times. The bodily aches my newly post partum body felt, the longingness of my son clinging to me for nourishment and comfort. The sleepless nights, the cuddles, the tears we both cried. The beautiful trauma of the pain that birth brings, is so worth the fullness that I feel in my heart. The bodily pains will fade or simmer. The days won’t always be so long or lonely. The nights won’t always be tireless. You can and will eventually find your way back to YOU.

I feel so honored to have been tasked with a role of such importance, to house and usher a sweet soul earth side. It’s been my duty to provide my sun with a womb space to grow in, arms that will always be open to him to provide him comfort, nurturing and protection, as well a heart that will love him endlessly. Guiding him through this world and home to himself. I’d dreamed of motherhood and prayed for him for so many years. I knew that he’d always find his way to me right on time. I’m thankful that he chose me, chose us. I will do my best to provide him with proper information, support, guidance and love to make the right choices while striving to lead him to become the best version of himself that he can be.

I’m thankful to be his mom and guide him through this lifetime. A love deeper than any language, heart, mind or tongue could comprehend. May he always rise like the morning sun crossing the horizon. In times of darkness may find light of the moon or North star knowing that he is never too far removed from righteousness or his path in life. My sweet little love, from this lifetime to each one after.

Chosen. Selected. Honored.

- soulfully scripted, 
   Lexx