Our journey, a whirlwind of math homework and meltdowns, is punctuated by a rhythm only my heart understands.

Motherhood, for me, is a symphony of mismatched socks, half-sipped coffees, and love so fierce it aches.

With a school-aged son testing independence and a toddler daughter mastering chaos, my days swing between math homework and meltdowns. Yet in this whirlwind, there’s a rhythm only my heart understands.

I’ll start by saying I’m so grateful for everything I have: an amazing husband who is always there for me. Our marriage it`s less candlelit dinners, more tag-teaming bath times – yet somehow it`s so much better this way.

Also, I`m grateful for the help we get. Either we talk about our parents or friends, their solidarity turns survival into celebration. Friends whose children share scraped knees and snack boxes with ours – parents who get it without explanation.

But sometimes, we are mourning the quiet…

Sometimes, we miss the couple who lingered over brunch and conversations uninterrupted by “Moooommm!” The absence of permanent grandparent support means date nights are logistical puzzles. My pre-motherhood self feels like a ghost in old photos. It’s okay to grieve that version of life while loving this one fiercely.

And stil… we are anticipating the magic ahead. Our almost 9-year-old – equal parts sarcasm and sweetness – will soon trade Legos for locker rooms. I`m curious (and terrified) to meet the person he’s becoming. Our daughter’s babble will morph into sentences, her wobbly steps into sprints. 

The baby years are fleeting, but her fieriness hints at adventures to come. And then, there`s the future freedom: imagining weekends where hikes replace diaper bags, and conversations with my partner rediscover depths beyond preschool logistics.

This life is exactly what I pictured – it’s messier, louder, and more luminous. For every pang of “what was,” there’s a whisper of “what will be”. Keep breathing, Mama. Your story is being written in sticky handprints and sleepy “I love yous” – and it’s spectacular.