Motherhood isn’t defined only by big milestones. It’s built quietly, moment by moment, in the spaces between feedings, bedtime stories, and sticky-fingered hugs.
by Libby Seiger
It’s in the way a baby’s hand curls around your finger. It’s in the laughter that fills a room for no reason other than joy. It’s in the quiet of the house at night, when everyone is finally asleep and the air feels full of life.
Before becoming a mother, I thought presence simply meant being there. Now I understand it’s something deeper. It’s the choice to give your full attention, even when you’re tired. It’s looking up from your phone to see the light in your child’s eyes. It’s realizing that the ordinary moments we often rush through are the ones we’ll miss most.
Motherhood slows you down in ways you don’t expect. It teaches that time isn’t something to control, but something to experience fully. The big moments come and go, but the small ones – quiet mornings, sleepy smiles, the sound of your name – create the story of a lifetime.
In the end, it’s not the milestones that define motherhood, but the thousand little moments that make up the days in between.
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