Completion
“Turn your wounds into wisdom.” -Oprah Winfrey
2020 shook me. It tested my faith in humanity; it tested my marriage, it tested my confidence in myself, and it made me submit entirely to Christ for strength and healing. There were many times when depression, anxiety, anger, loneliness, fear from the pandemic, and stress of the unknown weighed so heavily on me.
Yet throughout all of the chaos in the world, God kept moving our family forward. This third blessing came as a surprise and the idea of adding another baby to the “too live Sensabaugh Crew” brings me joy.
Beautiful Photo by Brandon Grate Photography
Biblically, it is believed the number three represents divine wholeness, completeness, and perfection, and this number was used to put a celestial stamp of completion or fulfillment on the subject. This concept resonates immensely with me-especially at this stage of my life, because my husband and I are completing our family, we are gracefully tapping out of the baby-making gang after this pregnancy.
However, this third baby was my guardian angel. I survived COVID during this pregnancy. During the peak of the pandemic, we sold our house and started construction on our forever home-the stress was unreal at times. My brand took a huge hit, which required me to pivot because of social distancing and quarantine, and my marriage struggled immensely almost to the point where I thought it was over.
But through all of this chaos, through all of the pain, God blessed my family with new life, and this bundle of joy saved my life and gave me the strength and courage to keep moving forward, to keep my head up, and to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
A mother is expected to be so many things. A therapist, doctor, teacher, chef, peacekeeper, homemaker, boss babe, sexy-put together spouse, and the list is endless. Ironically, society asks women to play these immense roles and openly criticizes us if we fail to embody one or any of them.
As a mom of soon to be three babies under three years old, I can honestly say that some days are incredibly perfect, and others are so hard; by 3 pm, I beg for the day to be over.
Amongst it all, we women keep our cadence, and we keep moving forward diligently,
Someone once told me the birth of a child is just an extension of your heart, leaving your body, and entering the world. Well, I have soon to be three little heartbeats, running around, keeping me busy, showing me the beauty of motherhood.
Mothers are the strongest beings in the universe, and to those that are sometimes overwhelmed and exhausted, mentally, physically, and spiritually-I see you, I hear you, and I am here for you.
The days are long, but the years are short. With or without sleep, please dig deep; you got this!
Peace & Love,
Dom
