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To Every Mama Wondering If She’s Doing Enough… Here’s My Day By Maggie – Rooted & Rising

 🌸 A Day With My One-Year-Old: Gentle Chaos, Small Miracles By Maggie – Rooted & Rising I used to think I was busy — before motherhood. Now? Hata sijui how to define my days anymore. They’re full, messy, tender, overwhelming, repetitive… and somehow, sacred. This is what a real day with my one-year-old looks like. Not the Instagram version — the honest one.So come close, mama. Let me walk you through it. ☀️ 9:00 AM — Slow Mornings & Sticky Fingers We usually wake up around 9. No alarm clock — just soft babbles or little feet kicking against the bed. He’s smiling, I’m yawning. We stretch. We breathe. We face the day together. Breakfast is whatever he’ll accept that day — sometimes uji, sometimes banana, sometimes just bites of mine. Most of it ends up chini, but bora ameshiba! 🎶 9:30 AM to 12:00 PM — Play Mode: Activated The living room becomes a playground. Toys everywhere. Me running on cold tea. We dance to silly songs. We build towers and knock them down. Sometimes we ...

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 O...