I know “magical” can sound like a word people throw around. But I mean it completely, with my whole heart, when I say that motherhood has been the most magical thing I’ve ever experienced. There is nothing like it. There is nothing that has changed me more, surprised me more, or filled me up more than motherhood.
Ollie is 2.5 years old, and we are in such a sweet season right now… the kind where every single day brings something new, something funny, something that stops me mid-morning and makes me think, I am so lucky.
She is so funny
This age is so sweetly hilarious. Simple things we once overlooked — like the little jingle our washer and dryer play when they’re done — are among Ollie’s absolute favorite things. Every day, she wants to do more laundry so we can have another “dance party” in the laundry room. She loves making up silly songs, doing silly voices, and her eyes truly twinkle when she’s entertained by something.
I find myself memorizing things as they happen. The way she says a certain word — our current favorite is “breakfakst.” The way she’ll walk over say “I’ll hold you, mama.” with her arms up. The way she wants snuggles all day. These are the moments I want to live inside of forever.
The gift of slow mornings
One of my most treasured parts of the day is our morning time together. We play, we have dance parties, we read stacks of books on the couch. Some mornings she is absolutely beside herself laughing at a silly voice I made. Other mornings we’re cozy and quiet, just happy to be next to each other. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.
Presence is something I think about a lot, and this season makes it so easy to choose. What’s happening right in front of me is so good, so worth watching, and so full of joy.
What I want to remember about right now
I want to remember the way her whole face changes when she’s feeling proud of herself. The silly songs and words she makes up. The way we can spend an entire day together, and it still doesn’t feel like enough time together.
I want to remember that this felt exactly as good as it does. That I knew, while I was in it, how special it was. That I showed up for it with my whole heart and didn’t wish a single ordinary Tuesday away.
Motherhood is magical. I really, truly mean that.
