Dear me; 15 years ago; the new mom,
hi. it's you, from the future with six kids (!) The biggest one is turning 15 and I know that seems impossible as you look at him in your arms and he smiles at you like you raise the sun each morning.
It feels impossible to me and I am out here living it!
I wish we could sit together and chat about all the things. I know you'd have stories that I forgot all about in the chaos of life. Would you tell me about staying up all night and diaper rash and introducing the baby to rain drops on his tiny palms for the first time?
I would love to tell you about how awesome these kids are, how much they make me laugh and feel proud, how raising babies was so physically exhausting and now bigger kids is emotionally exhausting. How the current stretch of motherhood between 15 years old and 4 years old feels like the Grand Canyon but also the very best of both extremes in raising kids.
I could tell you so many things - but I also know that it's hard to know until you actually know.
And, truthfully, I don't want to ruin the reveal of it all.
Just know it is going to be a wild and beautiful ride.
What I will tell you is that after 15 years, I have learned that
what works today probably won't work tomorrow
and definitely won't work for the next kid
Everyday is figuring it out like it's a fresh new challenge
Everyday is being worried (some real worries and some imaginary because moms be like that at 11p)
Everyday is joyful surprises and aching heartbreak and laughter so deep it shakes your insides
There is so much talking and so much touching and so many questions
There are so many things that are broken or sticky or colored on with marker or have slime on them
There is never not laundry. Girl, the laundry - you have no idea.
no one knows where anything is but you
no one knows the right snack
or which jacket has the itchy tag
or which book is for bedtime
but you
there is a lot to be said about motherhood
mostly that it goes by so fast
don't blink!
I'm sorry to report - that part is actually true
One day you try to teach your son which velcro shoe goes on which foot and
the next day you will slide your son's shoes on to run outside and they will be too big for you
One day your daughter will wear clippity clappity plastic high heels through the house and
the next day she will ask to borrow your clothes and they will fit her
One day you will be flipping tiny clothes right side out from the dryer and
the next day you won't be able to tell your son's sweatpants from your husband's
The truest thing I can tell you after 15 years of motherhood is
there is no manual
there are no failproof tricks
there are no shortcuts
there is only you
and the connection you have with them
so in a way I have come to see that
the connection IS the manual
look them in the face
laugh with them
play with them
give them grace
they want a witness to their life
mumma, look!
mom, watch this!
mom, can you do my hair?
mom, did you see the score on my test?
mum, will you be at the game?
be a witness to all of it
the honor of your life to sit front row
while they keep looking down from the stage
mom, did you see that?
most of it is beautiful and wonderful and funny and exciting
don't look away when it is scary or awkward or uncomfortable
see them and connect
make sure they know deep deep to the deepest part of them
there is nothing they could ever do that would damage that connection
there is nothing they ever have to do to maintain that connection
there is no secret
no manual
no trick.
there is just you and them.
in all the chaos and mess and
LIFE
you get to be the one who raises the sun
you get to be theirs
honor of my life
good luck out there,
I hope it goes a little slower for you than it did for me,
xxo
me