“I gave you my time.

I gave you my body.

I gave you my sleep.

I gave you my prayers, my tears, my nights, and my days.

There were moments where I felt like I gave you all of me.

Moments when I wondered if there was more of me left to give to you.

And in those moments when I felt like I had nothing left to give, I was reminded what you give to me.

You give me a new perspective, a better way to see the world.

You give me a new look at time. How it is precious, and how each moment counts.

You gave me a new body, one that is strong and powerful and flawed all at once.

You give me a new faith, one that knows I can’t do this life on my own strength.

You give me a new name, Mama, one that you say over and over, a name with so much meaning and worth.

You give me a new version of myself, one that is more compassionate, caring, and hopeful then the one before.

So even when I give you my body, time, sleep, days, and night, I know that it is worth it, that its meaningful, that these little moments matter.

That motherhood is full of seasons of giving and moments of receiving.

That even though this is one of the hardest things I have ever done, it is also the best thing I have ever done.

God gave me to you, and you to me, and for that I will always be thankful.”