Motherhood Isn’t Always Soft — And That’s Okay

 🌸 Motherhood Isn’t Always Soft — And That’s Okay

By Maggie – Rooted & Rising

Before I became a mom, I imagined motherhood would feel like a cozy dream — soft blankets, giggles, morning cuddles, and peaceful walks.

And sometimes, it is.

But now that my baby is one year old, I’ve learned something real and honest:
Motherhood isn’t always soft — and that’s okay.

1. Some Days Are Beautiful

There are days filled with belly laughs, warm hugs, and quiet naps.
Those are the moments I hold close — when my child reaches out for me, smiles at nothing, or dances to a song only he can hear.

They are the softness I expected.
They are precious.

2. Some Days Are Just Hard

There are also days when I feel stretched thin — when sleep is broken, patience runs low, and the hours move slow.
When I look in the mirror and barely recognize the tired woman staring back.

On those days, I remind myself:
Struggle doesn’t make me a bad mother. It makes me human.

3. Motherhood Isn’t One Emotion

It’s joy and frustration.
It’s gratitude and exhaustion.
It’s laughter mixed with tears — sometimes all in the same hour.

And it’s in those messy, imperfect moments that I’m learning the most about love.

4. I’m Still Me, Becoming More

Becoming a mom didn’t erase who I was — it expanded me.
I’m still a woman with dreams, faith, and quiet prayers.
I’m still learning how to care for myself, even as I care for someone so small who needs so much.

That doesn’t make me selfish.
It makes me whole.

🌿 Final Thoughts

If you’re a mother reading this — maybe rocking a baby while scrolling, or catching your breath after a long day — I want you to know:

You’re not weak for finding it hard.
You’re not alone for feeling stretched.
You are doing something sacred.

Motherhood isn’t always soft — and it doesn’t have to be.

Because even in your tough moments, you’re still showing up.
Still giving. Still growing.

And that’s more than enough.

We are Rooted & Rising — even on the days we feel like we’re barely holding it together.


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