Adventure (noun): An experience or activity that is unusual and exciting, typically hazardous. Motherhood is one of the great ones. The feeling of trepidation as we rubbed our burgeoning bellies and yet the happy butterflies inside of them is still almost palpable for us. We are thrust out of the safety of our personal space into the great unknown. We’re stretched into all things NEW. A NEW person entering into the landscape of our very existence.
Many NEW ideas about how life actually works.
NEW and completely surprising experiences never known before.
Seriously. A whole NEW life for us. We don’t know what’s ahead, or just around the corner. It might be something scary or a huge happy surprise. It could be “the” dreaded phone call or a simple unexpected “I love you” text from our child. The not knowing freaks us out and ushers in hope all at the same time. We come to know that it’s not all rainbows and butterflies, but it’s also not all monsters and mean girls. It runs the whole gamut, all the feels, and all the things. The different scary, joyous, disappointing, tear-laced, hilarious, exhausting, and love-filled things. Yet somehow, we wouldn’t it trade for the world. It’s a wild ride, but a wonderful one. Even if it we cried looking at those two lines on the pregnancy test and wished it wasn’t happening, motherhood has woven together the larger story that makes us us. Who would we be without it and especially without the one who took us on the adventure to begin with? I am glad I will never know the answer.