I stood there, in the darkness of the early morning, watching her sleep. I could see her chest rise and fall, hear the sweet exhale of her breath. Her lips slightly parted, her head turned ever so slightly. I wanted to pick her back up, and honestly, some nights I do. It’s just that I don’t ever want to forget the way her body snuggles into mine, her skin soft and warm, every inch of her trusting me. For a moment I thought, we mothers these days really have it easy. Yes, we have our struggles, but innovations the past few decades have definitely made things easier. It made me think, though, it wasn’t those things that had just helped me put my sweet girl back to sleep. She’d cried, I’d nursed her, rocked her until she fell asleep on my chest, and laid her ever so gently back down. Those beautiful, simple things have been done for centuries. As I stood there watching her sleep I felt a deep connection with all mothering women who had come before me. And all those to come after me. Although my house, clothes, and the furniture in her room look very different, when it comes down to it motherhood is all the same. I smiled at this thought and closed my eyes to soak it in. Motherhood is an amazing thing. Our best aspects of it are what our body provides to our darling babies – our warmth, security, comfort, and even their food. These things have always been. I literally pictured mothers through the ages going through the steps I’d just done with my own daughter. We don’t need fancy technology or the newest thing on the market. We need our SELVES and our motherly instinct. Nothing can change what a mother alone can provide to her child. We can trust our bodies and minds to be the best for our babies. It’s a beautiful thing that no matter how times change we can always, always, always come back to that – our deep love for our babies. The moonlight let me steal one more glance of her perfect face as I turned to leave the room and I smiled because it’s an incredible feeling to be part of something so truly timeless.