One moment calm and quiet.
Still and serene.
The next vicious and cold.
Loud and puzzling.
We crash into one another like angry waves.
It is powerful, vast and engulfing, completely out of my control.
It can hurt, leave scars and feel like being hit by a Mack truck.
It pushes and pulls and we are tangled up in seaweed, gasping for air.
September, 2014 – La Jolla, California. Lola is 8 months old.
Then suddenly it is peaceful again.
Warm and inviting.
Effortlessly and harmoniously we float side by side.
We each breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the next wave.
Motherhood is like the waves of the ocean, complicated and challenging but always beautiful and worth riding every wave.
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What a wonderful analogy, Tonya. It is that, indeed.
Thank you. I spend a lot of time tracking waves as I walk along the beach and it hit me recently. So beautiful and yet so chaotic!
Spot on, and for the rest of our lives! Love, love really love being a mom, and love the ocean, but it’s hard sometimes!
Yes, the wave analogy could apply to our lives in general for sure. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. xoxo
Perfectly, beautifully true.
Thank you. It’s the best analogy I have found so far…
I prefer it when it’s sunny with some gentle lapping, but I’ll take the crashing waves too because it means we’re alive. Me and the kids. 🙂
Me too… without a doubt. Calm waves that lift us up and gently put us back on our feet are the best kind.
SO true my friend, and the salt water does heal everything. Even when you’re drowning underneath it.
Motherhood, for me, healed a lot of things too.
Love you and this beautiful post.