Ayesha Curry documents her favorite recipes and the stories that season her life as a mom to two girls, Riley and Ryan, and wife of NBA player Stephen Curry. You can follow her on Twitter and Instagram at @AyeshaCurry, and on her blog, LittleLightsofMine.com.
Motherhood is absolutely mesmerizing. I wholeheartedly adore being a mommy to my two little girls. Riley is three years old, fearless and spunky as can be, and five-week-old Ryan is so itty bitty and sweet. Although she’s a newborn, I’m already noticing personality differences and similarities in the two girls and it’s so amazing to watch them both grow and get to be the one who raises them.
As Ryan’s due date got closer, I began to worry more about becoming a second-time mom. I wasn’t sure I was cut out for the job. I had it all together with Riley and my love overflowed for her, but I had this underlying fear of having the ability to do it again. I asked myself, “How am I going to love another as much as I love her?” on a daily (and sometimes hourly) basis.
When I talked with women who have already become second-time moms they would laugh and tell me I was too “high strung," which, I didn’t find funny or amusing at all. To me, it was a genuine concern: How would I manage my time? How would I divide the love? How would I make sure that both my girls were happy and felt equally loved by their mommy?
Needless to say, it turns out these moms may have had a point. After nine months of worrying, Ryan was born and I didn’t find the space in my heart to love her...my heart grew!I didn’t have to try, worry or search for this mysterious love I was going to give her—it just happened. God created a special place in my heart that is just for her, as he did for Riley and as he did when I fell in love with my husband [NBA basketball MVP Stephen Curry].
Of course, it’s not all cotton candy and roses here at the Curry house. Riley has her daily toddler meltdowns and Ryan is a pooping and milk drinking machine. I spend the majority of my days breastfeeding, changing diapers, finding the occasional moment to cook dinner and get a little work done. However, none of the sleepless nights and tough mornings matter because at the end of the day, I feel extremely blessed and overjoyed. My little girls are healthy and thriving and my bigger (better) heart is filled with more love than I could’ve ever imagined.