I never truly grasped the “Power” of the female body, until I became pregnant with Zoe. Feeling her kicks, her hiccups – she set my soul on fire.
The way my body totally transformed in order to keep Zoe safe and nourished for over 40 weeks…
but it left me in complete awe.
Then finally Labor Day arrived, and once again my body proved its “power,” by birthing Zoe.
Sleepless nights with my precious newborn left me feeling tired, but once Zoe slept peacefully … I felt even more “powerful.”
Breastfeeding, bottle feeding, healing from child birth, it all felt chaotic, but I felt “powerful.”
As the months quickly fly by, I watch a tiny human blossom. I often ask myself, how did I get this lucky to have the “power” to witness her growth.
As her mother, I have the “power” to help her grow more…
As a runner, I have always had a desire to share my passion for running with her. It is a desire to deep to ignore – so I embrace it. My daily runs are always accomplished while pushing Zoe in the running stroller – (the way you grow, Zoe, I know our stroller runs won’t last forever, so I cherish them.) Stroller mile after stroller mile makes me physically strong, emotionally and mentally healthy, and even more “powerful.”
I’m a working mama, with many passions, and each are a strong part of who I am… they define me. Finding balance has made me even more “powerful.”
Every milestone Zoe reaches, I feel blissfully happy for her, but also “powerful.” Powerful because her little eyes are watching every move I make. She looks to me as her mother, but also her teacher… her guide through this beautiful thing called life.
This motherhood journey is a ” powerful” one… but I feel the most “powerful” when I simply hear her little voice call me “mommy.”
Xo, love mommy