Dear Postpartum Body,
I caught a glimpse of you today as I was stepping out of the shower and you stopped me in my tracks. I hardly recognized you.
But, I still love you. Although you may not look great in a bikini and although you still don’t fit in your old jeans, I realized today that becoming a mom is the most beautiful thing that you have ever done.
I am so very thankful for you. I am so thankful for all that you did to bring my sweet boy into this world.
Thank you to my squishy belly for reminding me that a human being grew inside of me for nine long months.
Thank you to my stretch marks for reminding me of the little kicks and punches I felt from the inside as my skin stretched to accommodate a strong, growing boy.
Thank you to my chunky thighs for reminding me that I am strong… strong enough to carry the weight of two and to birth a beautiful boy into this world.
Thank you, postpartum body. Thank you for all of your flaws and imperfections that remind me that I have been given the greatest gift of all, the gift of being a mom.
Thank You, Lord that I am able to celebrate my postpartum flaws, knowing that so many women are longing for the chance to bear these same flaws. Thank You for my son.