The DIY of Motherhood
There are projects you start with a clear end in mind. You know the paint colors, the cuts, the shapes. You’ve got Pinterest screenshots and step-by-step videos lined up.
This isn’t one of those projects.
This one is long-term. Its success depends on effort, patience, and love. And the markers of success aren’t about polished finishes-they’re about raising a strong, confident woman. A daughter who can live among people, stand for what is right, and fight for it with all her being.
I know the word project doesn’t quite fit. She’s not a piece of wood I can carve into perfection. She’s a living soul. But still, it feels like a DIY: resources diminish, compromises are made, and sometimes support feels scarce. Yet I trust in abundance. Even without the fancy cardboard from the store, we will have what we need. And then some.
I know my words shape her worth. My attitudes shape her view of the world. I might very well be the eyes through which she first sees life.
Will I need help? Yes. Do I yearn for it? Sometimes. But shortage of support staff will not stall the project. Love from both parents would be ideal, a masculine influence perhaps useful-but we will work with what we’ve got. And we will work it well.
The best part? This project is fuelled by love. Every step, every compromise, every triumph and mistake-I will love it all. And I will love her, every bit of her.
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