An extract from an article I just finished …
I’ve learned a lot about happiness in my journey as a mother. In the short five and a half years I’ve been a mother I’ve learned that bliss doesn’t necessarily exist in a state of ecstatic happiness.
Bliss can come to you in a moment of sadness and grief when you realise you are a part of the cycle of life and death.
Bliss can come to you when you experience a moment of reprieve in a period of prolonged exhaustion.
Bliss comes shining through the fog of tears when you remind yourself that this experience is temporary, that you’ve made all the right choices, when you remind yourself you are doing your best and when you thank yourself for your efforts.
Bliss comes when you move through impossible thresholds and birth yourself anew.
Bliss is in hope, faith and the promise of good things to come.
It is in strength and perseverance.
It is the experience of empowerment and pride.
I am so proud of myself.