06/19/2025
I’ve been thinking so much about our strength lately.
Have you ever picked up a friend’s baby only to find they feel so heavy to you? Like your body just doesn’t quite remember or know how to hold them in a way that feels easeful? Or if you do; your arm gets tired suppppper quickly?
And then, when you have a baby, you just *do*hold them. A lot. All the time. Every day, for long stretches of time. Eventually, by the time they are a year and a half old, your arms have built up enough strength for whatever weight they are- and you can hold them - for a seemingly endless amount of time. Your arms slowly over time become stronger to accommodate for their growth.
Your body grows as they grow.
I feel like this metaphor constantly blows me away - in motherhood, our body’s ability to build resilience and capacity without us doing any one thing other than lifting up, carrying, supporting this one (or many) human(s).
Each of us holds a plethora of feelings, experiences and stressors at any given time. It’s like our own portable backpack full of whatever it is we are carrying, on top of the physical carrying. And our hearts, minds and our bodies simultaneously grow and expand accordingly - sometimes with deep pain and struggle, other times with ease and grace.
In this moment, I took a moment to say thank you to my arms.
Maybe you can find a slice of time to say thank you to your arms, your belly, your legs, your feet, your heart or your spirit for sticking with you. For expanding even (and especially) in the moments when you probably didn’t feel like you could.
Not only can we do hard things, but we can witness our own body’s magic - its somewhat super power ability to evolve, grow and change slowly over time.
I see you, and I love you 💪🏼💛☀️🫁