Motherhood teaches so many lessons, and the one I’m learning deeply is: take your time.

This is pretty much the opposite of what this world of ours values. We like and want fast, easy, and quick. We idolize overnight success stories. We strive to reach our goals as quickly as possible and then move onto the next endeavor.

I’m not immune to this mentality, either. At times I find myself frustrated and anxious at the pace it’s taking me on so many things. Working on my business. Conditioning my postpartum body to fit my old clothes again. When I start feeling down on my (lack of) perceived achievements in these areas, I have to keep myself in check.

We’re so used to DOING, I am taking this year to remind myself it’s okay to just BE.

It’s okay to take up space. It’s okay if all I do is take care of myself and my baby and not hustle toward my other goals. It’s okay to be in my body and trust that each day brings me closer to further healing. Realizing that I just underwent one of the most traumatic events my body, mind, and spirit have ever undertaken.

It’s an internal struggle that’s hard to explain; knowing and wanting to savor each moment but also wanting to fast forward.

But when it comes down to it, I would rather slow/ pause my business right now. If I end up looking like I do now the rest of my life, it would be okay. Because at the end of my life, I won’t care whether I hustled for these things now or later. But I WILL care about remembering my first year with my son.

The bedtime snuggles. Playtime. Smiles and giggles. The way he falls asleep in my arms. The looks he gives me when I come home after being away. His sounds, his smell. Feeling his soft skin next to mine. I want to cherish it all.

In the end, this time is sacred. And I don’t want anything to get in the way of my joy as a mother to my precious boy.

It’s okay to take your time. There are no rules about how things have to be in life. The purpose of your life is to live it. Whatever you do, you can’t do it wrong.