The beauty of nature in its pure elegance.
But how do you paint with a newborn?
The answer is: I didn’t.
The first three months after giving birth, the only things I “created” were milk, tears, blood, pee, pain and a deep sense of exhaustion. Painting was quite literally the last thing on my mind.
Meanwhile, every other new mother seemed to glide through motherhood in cute outfits, effortlessly juggling a baby, a business, and a perfectly styled morning routine.
While I needed three business days just to mentally prepare to leave the house.
I wasn’t gliding, I was in pain, completely worn out, and overwhelmed by every little thing and every person around me.
But now Hera is five months old, and somehow, I’m starting to get things done again.
Small things. In stolen moments.
Maybe fifteen minutes while she’s content on my lap.
Maybe forty-five minutes during a nap in the baby carrier.
My coffee is always lukewarm, my house is a mess, my to-do list never ends, and I still find myself rocking even when I’m not holding her, but bit by bit, I’m beginning to find pieces of myself again.
And strangely? I’m already nostalgic for those first raw newborn days.
Motherhood is beautiful and magical and heartbreakingly wonderful.
But also incredibly hard, intense, painful, and confusing on a “What the hell am I even doing?” level.
If you’re struggling too, just know: you’re not alone.
One foot in front of the other still counts as progress.
