They’ll try to convince you

 They’ll try to convince you that motherhood is a pause button

That it’s something you chose instead of chasing your dreams
But they’re wrong

Motherhood is the dream
It’s not a detour or a delay
It’s the most sacred, soul-stretching kind of work there is

The late nights, the deep breaths, the tiny hands reaching for you when the world feels too big
That’s not the stuff that gets in the way
That is the way

You’re not falling behind
You’re building a legacy

And it’s holy work.