We’ve all had those days when you’re so overwhelmed that you can’t hear a single thought in your head except for the sound of well… you might be able to call it screaming. You know the kind, as if you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and no one can hear you. So, it’s been that kind of day. Or week. Or maybe even month. I’ve had them. I know most of you have too; we all do. 

It’s funny how becoming a mother transforms you. Anytime I would have a day like that before becoming a mother it would have been near impossible to find gratitude anywhere. I’ve found that even in the midst of being overwhelmed, exhausted, stressed, there’s nothing that brings me to a place of complete gratitude and peace than holding Ford in my arms. Or watching him just sleep in his crib. It’s like everything just changed. In the midst of all the obligations, feedings, diaper changes, and all the things that motherhood encompasses I’ve found that one way I bring gratitude back into my present is by maintaining a gratitude journal. A gratitude journal can be a great way to remember things about my time with Ford and Brock that can sometimes get lost with being a mother. A journal can be a break from the stress, a reprieve to take note of today’s memories. 

The times your child made you smile or cry with joy. Or your significant other reminded you of something he does that you love him so deeply for. Keeping a gratitude journal and making time for it every day on this journey that is motherhood has been something that can bring you quickly into a space of peace, grace, and gratitude. 

Motherhood is so many things and many times we can find ourselves stuck in the hard moments. It’s so important to find motivational moments. By motivational moments, I mean, those simple things that remind you of why you wanted to become a mother in the first place. Whether it be the first time they smiled at you, the time you held your child for the first time after hours of labor. Labor that, for what may be a beautiful way our brain chemistry takes care of us, we don’t easily recall the intense pain or the hours of pushing but only recall the pure, unadulterated joy of seeing our child for the first time. I know I remember that day with Ford quite vividly. What it was like to hold him. To see his cute, little, scrunched up face looking up at Brock and me. In that instant, those little eyes and the baby boy they belong to become the most important thing in our world. There are so many more moments that I’ve found that keep me motivated and I’m grateful on my journey of motherhood. What are some of yours? 

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