There is something sacred about calling this what it is. This is my motherhood era. Not a side note. Not an interruption. Not a pause in my ambition. An era.
When your children are little, the investment is daily and immediate. You cannot clock out of motherhood. You cannot reschedule it. You cannot delegate it. You show up tired. You show up unsure. You show up even when you do not have a clear roadmap for what tomorrow looks like. Scripture reminds us that children are a heritage from the Lord. Psalm 127 has been sitting heavy on my heart. Heritage requires stewardship. It requires presence.
Breastfeeding alone feels like a full-time job. Pump schedules. Night feeds. Milk storage bags in the refrigerator. Coordinating meetings around feeding windows. There are days when I look at my calendar and laugh because my corporate life once had predictable 9am meetings and airport runs. I used to imagine a Carrie Bradshaw kind of hustle. Heels, suitcases, and gate changes. Right now my hustle looks like diaper bags, school pickup lines, swim lessons, and editing content while a baby naps on my chest.
And yet, I feel more aligned than ever.
Motherhood is finite in its intensity. They will not always need me this way. So I am choosing to step into this era with faith, even when I cannot see the full picture. Proverbs 3:5 reminds me to trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding. I may not know exactly what this era produces in five years. But I know who I am becoming in it. And that feels eternal.
