Blooming Through the Chaos: A Year (or 26 Days) of Motherhood
It’s been a year…and it’s only January 26th.
I laugh a bit but I feel like I’ve lived a whole life in the last 26 days. Please tell me I’m not the only one who has ever felt this way?
This year just feels different.
Maybe it’s just the way things go now days. The days go by slow but the years go by fast. Or maybe it’s the opposite way now with the days flying by but the years going slowly. Either way, whatever it is, time is hurrying past me in one big blink of an eye.
But then again, maybe this sense of time passing in a blur isn’t all bad. Maybe it’s a sign that I’m growing, evolving, and even blooming in ways I can’t always see in the present moment.
The funny thing about motherhood is that you don’t always notice the small shifts happening within you as they occur. One day, you’re struggling to find balance, drowning in laundry (I’m positive this one will never end), and trying to remember what it feels like to be “you” outside of being a mom. Then, suddenly, you realize that all those little moments—those sleepless nights, those tantrums, those laughs, and even the quiet, calm mornings—have somehow shaped you into someone new.
Someone becoming. Someone stronger. Someone wiser. Someone who knows that the messy parts of life, the ones we tend to resist, are often where the real growth happens.
So, here I am, a year in… or is it just the 26th day of January? I’m still figuring it out. But what I do know is that even though time seems to be moving faster than I can keep up with, I’m learning to bloom through it all—slowly, but surely.
I’m learning to let go of the illusion of perfection and embrace the chaos. To find beauty in the everyday moments, no matter how small. To appreciate the seasons of motherhood, even when they feel endless, because they all play a part in helping me become the person I’m meant to be.
And maybe just maybe, that’s the real magic of motherhood: it’s not about keeping up with time, or rushing to the next stage. It’s about taking a breath, staying present, and trusting that, no matter how quickly or slowly time moves, we’re always blooming in the process.
As we navigate the whirlwind of motherhood, it’s easy to forget that growth doesn’t always happen in leaps and bounds. Sometimes, it’s in the quiet moments of stillness, in the messy moments of imperfection, that we find the most beautiful transformations.
So, to all the mothers out there who are feeling like time is slipping through their fingers even though its only 26 days into January—remember this:
"The days are long, but the years are shorter than we realize. Embrace the journey, for even in the chaos, you are blooming."
Keep blooming. Keep growing. Keep showing up—for yourself and your kids. Every moment, big or small, is a piece of YOUR story, unfolding in ways you might not even notice yet. And remember, in the grand scheme of things, it's all coming together—even if the next chapter is still being written.