We hear it all the time: "Life is a journey, not a destination."
But this truth sinks in differently when you’ve been handed a baby, a birth story, a bundle of questions, and the weight of being someone’s mother.
For many of us, the pressure to know everything - to get it “right” from the beginning - is real. We’ve been sold the idea that if we prepare enough, research deeply enough, find the perfect rhythm... we’ll somehow arrive. As if there’s a magical finish line in motherhood where we can exhale and say, “Yes, I’ve made it. I know what I’m doing.”
But that moment never fully comes.
The myth of the destination
This myth (that there’s some ultimate version of being “complete,” or “in control”) runs deep in our culture. It’s rooted in patriarchal systems that favor linear growth, productivity, and perfection over intuition, presence, and surrender. And it bleeds into how we see ourselves as mothers, too.
We think we’re supposed to know it all.
We think if we don’t, we’re failing.
We think our child’s experience is a reflection of our worth.
But here’s the truth: motherhood is not about control. It’s about capacity.
Not about certainty, but steadiness.
Not about knowing everything, but about knowing yourself.
Trusting the path
What if your job as a mother isn’t to pave every inch of the road ahead?
What if your job is to trust that you can walk it - one moment, one season, one choice at a time?
When you release the pressure to “arrive” somewhere - to master all the parenting strategies, decode every behavior, or sculpt your child’s future - you begin to open to a much deeper wisdom: that life, and motherhood, is about becoming.
You don’t need all the answers.
You need to remember that you are the answer, because you’re the one who will show up, again and again, as things unfold.
That’s the sacred journey.
Your child is not your mirror
Perhaps one of the most tender, liberating truths is this: our children are not extensions of us.
They are their own souls with their own path, desires, gifts, and timelines.
They will stumble, stretch, soar, and circle back. Just like we did. Just like we still do.
They are not here to complete us.
They are not here to validate our choices.
They are here to walk beside us - for a time. To teach us things we never could’ve known without them.
And just like we’re learning how to mother, they are learning how to be human.
Side by side. Spiraling through growth. Trusting the path.
Sacred practice, not perfection
When you let go of the need to “arrive,” you remember that motherhood - like life - is a sacred practice.
A sacred practice in letting go. In showing up. In making peace with the mess.
In remembering you are capable of navigating whatever arises.
You can learn, pivot, ask for help, and root in your own truth.
So no, there is no finish line. But there is a path.
And it’s the one you’re already on.
With your feet planted firmly in the present.
With your heart open to the mystery.
With your children beside you - walking their own way, too.