Becoming a Mummy
‘Mothering - the nurturing of an infant or small child by its mother.’
I have been sitting with this word for a while now and it has become more prominent over our time at home. I have slowly come to understand that being a Mummy is a great gift. It is an overwhelming path of emotion. It is a beautiful experience of love never felt before. It is a life’s work. But our roles, as women, have changed dramatically. We have more choice. We have more freedom. We have the ability to be more than just a Mum.
For me, I became a ‘Housewife’. I stayed at home and watched over the 3 beautiful beings that had grown inside me. Who I have nurtured and loved. Fed and washed. Laughed and cried with. Held and been held by. They have given me so much joy, yet there have been some extremely hard times too. This was my choice. But ever since I made that decision I have been fighting to keep ‘Beccy’. I have been battling to keep my identity. The part of me that I ‘lost’ when I birthed my first child into the world. The part of me that was independent. The part of me that I thought I wanted to return to.
Now, 11 years after I birthed my first child into the world, I can see that ‘Beccy’ was never lost but she transformed. As with any transformation it was not easy. The dark times were frequent. But I had children. I had responsibilities. I had a reason to be. And it turns out they were the ones who showed me the way. How they viewed the world without judgement, just curiosity. How they loved unconditionally. How they instinctively knew when I was sad. The constant questioning. The uncontrollable grieving over a dead insect.
They feel deeply, love without question and have an innate knowing.
They showed me a new way of being. I felt it too. The primal instinct of knowing when something wasn’t quite right before it happened. The connection without even speaking a word. I could read the energy around them. It is there all the time and every woman has it. We just need to feel into to it more. It is real.
I soon realised the women have an unmeasurable amount of magic.
What I also realised was my children had birthed ME into ‘being a mother’. They had come to show me the light. To show me my path ahead. To show me there is more to this life than I could ever have thought possible. I have shed many a skin, many a conditioning to understand this. I have been to some deep, dark places. I have stripped myself bare to see my truth.
Mothering is not just nurturing a small infant.
For me it has been my saviour. It has woken me to my truth.
It has shown me that I am a gift.
That all women are a gift.
And it makes no difference if you have birthed a child or not, this is just my story.
We all have this gift within us.
We all have the ability to create from our hearts.
We have the ability to connect with our deepest powers.
To create change in this world.
