It's funny how when I was younger, I had ambition to wake up early each year to watch the sun rise over the lake on our annual camping trip. But the chrysalis of comfort inside my cozy sleeping bag was always more inviting than the prospect of the biting cold that accompanied the slow-changing sky lights...so I never did it.
This year, I honestly had forgotten that old ambition. The early hour came with the cooing of my little one, whose alarm clock doesn't change for vacation. So I abandoned the chrysalis without a thought, changed our clothes, wandered out into the brisk mountain morning air, and took the little one with me for a jaunt around the lake.
We wandered through the gray-blue hue of the morning, observing hopping flopping fish and eager fishermen (patiently awaiting them). As the beams started dazzle down through the pines and glance off the water, blinding us, I remember my youthful ambition. I smile to myself.
Too many voices told me last year that becoming a parent would limit my adventures, my abilities, my becoming. I'm ashamed to admit that sometimes I listened to them and feared motherhood. Yet here I am this morning, watching the sun rise, with my baby boy in my arms soaking in all the gorgeousness along with me. I laugh to myself as I realize that this goal to wake up before the sun, this goal to be amidst this beauty, it only happened because the munchkin was here to help me make it so.
My son is not a burden. He's not a limitation. He is a reason and a drive for me to become my good, better, and best self all the time. Parenthood allows for potential to become promising reality.
This year, I honestly had forgotten that old ambition. The early hour came with the cooing of my little one, whose alarm clock doesn't change for vacation. So I abandoned the chrysalis without a thought, changed our clothes, wandered out into the brisk mountain morning air, and took the little one with me for a jaunt around the lake.
We wandered through the gray-blue hue of the morning, observing hopping flopping fish and eager fishermen (patiently awaiting them). As the beams started dazzle down through the pines and glance off the water, blinding us, I remember my youthful ambition. I smile to myself.
Too many voices told me last year that becoming a parent would limit my adventures, my abilities, my becoming. I'm ashamed to admit that sometimes I listened to them and feared motherhood. Yet here I am this morning, watching the sun rise, with my baby boy in my arms soaking in all the gorgeousness along with me. I laugh to myself as I realize that this goal to wake up before the sun, this goal to be amidst this beauty, it only happened because the munchkin was here to help me make it so.
My son is not a burden. He's not a limitation. He is a reason and a drive for me to become my good, better, and best self all the time. Parenthood allows for potential to become promising reality.
"My son is not a burden. He's not a limitation. He is a reason and a drive for me to become my good, better, and best self all the time. Parenthood allows for potential to become promising reality."
ReplyDelete... Thanks for making me bawl! :P This was a beautiful post, thanks for sharing!
You bet Cierra :) Love you girl!
DeleteI can't believe people told you that! Motherhood is the biggest blessing. My adventures, abilities, and becoming have exponentially increased from the time I became a Mom! What a beautiful post, thanks!
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