Hey there, mamas (and any dads sneaking a peek—welcome!)
Welcome back to my cozy corner of the internet, where we’re all about cherishing the real, messy, and oh-so-beautiful moments of motherhood. I’m just a mom of three energetic girls, stumbling through this wild journey right alongside you, sharing stories, a few hard-earned lessons, and a whole lot of heart.
Lately I’ve been spending quiet mornings in our little Ohio backyard, coffee in hand, watching the first brave sprouts push through the cold ground. You know the ones…the crocuses and daffodils that don’t care how fast the calendar says spring should arrive. They just sit there, soaking up rain, waiting for the sun to do its thing. And it hit me like a gentle whisper: Girl, you could learn a thing or two from these flowers.
Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt that impatient tug in your chest while your babies grow. Yeah… me too. As a mom of three, I’ve been there more times than I can count. Last year I caught myself rushing my middle girl through every “I can do it myself” moment because my oldest had already mastered it. I was mentally checking boxes…like motherhood was a to-do list instead of a slow, sacred unfolding.
But spring this year feels different. The backyard isn’t rushing, and neither am I. Those tiny green shoots remind me that real growth happens underground first, in the quiet, muddy places we can’t always see. Just like my girls. One day they’re tiny and needing me for everything, and the next… well, they’re still needing me, but in brand-new, heart-swelling ways. The baby who once cried when I left the room is now the one teaching her sisters how to spot the first robin. The one who couldn’t button her coat last winter is proudly zipping it up while humming a song she made up herself.
I’m learning (slowly, messily, with plenty of mom tears mixed in) to trust the process the way nature does. Spring doesn’t force the buds open. It doesn’t panic when the rain keeps coming. It just keeps showing up…soft light, gentle warmth, steady patience…and the bloom happens exactly when it’s supposed to.
So this season I’m trying something new for us. No big bucket lists. No pressure-packed schedules. Just me and my girls noticing the slow magic together. We’ve been leaving little “growth notes” on the fridge:
- “Today you tried something scary and that’s enough.”
- “You’re blooming right where you’re planted, sweet girl.”
Nothing fancy. Just tiny reminders that we don’t have to hurry the season we’re in.
Mamas, if you’re feeling that familiar pull to fast-forward through the hard or boring or in-between parts of motherhood, can I gently invite you to step outside with me this spring? Even if it’s just five minutes on your porch or a walk around the block. Look at what’s quietly growing. Let it remind your heart that your babies are doing the same thing…roots first, then the beautiful show. And so are you.
You’re blooming too, even on the days it feels like nothing is happening.
What about you, sweet friends? Has spring been whispering any patient, hopeful truths to your mama heart this year? I’d love to hear in the comments below…your stories always make my heart feel a little fuller.
Here’s to trusting the slow bloom,
Mary
(Dirt under my nails and hope in my heart)
P.S. If you’re new around here, grab a cup of something warm and stay awhile. We’re all just mamas trying our best, and you’re so welcome in this space.
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