Being heartbroken is something we normally equate to the end of big romances. There are crying jags and lots of ice cream. It is dramatic and depressing all at the same time.
What you aren’t told before you have kids is that inside all of the amazing, wonderful, beautiful moments are tiny little pieces of heartbreak.
I am sure some of you are wondering how I could dare say such a thing. Let me explain what I mean.
Every milestone your child has is awesome. You feel amazing and proud that they learned to walk, ride a bike, got an A or graduated high school. Your own accomplishments pale in comparison to the simplest ones of your children. However, in the quiet moments when the chaos and excitement settle, there resides a familiar ache. As exciting as these milestones are, they only highlight how fleeting this time really is. They underscore how soon your children will be grown and your nest will be empty. They fill you with love while they simultaneously break your heart.
Don’t get my wrong. I wouldn’t change anything. Being H & Baby C2’s mother is the hardest, most important thing I have ever done. It has shown me love beyond any I have ever imagined.
Along with that love comes heartbreak. The one emotion I have spent a lifetime trying to avoid, now I must lean into and accept.
In fact, it actually means something positive. It means that I am doing my job. I am preparing my children to not need me.
Peace, Love & Heartbreak (the gentle kind),