MOTHERHOOD IS…

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Motherhood is hard. It’s beautiful. It’s heart-wrenching worry and guilt and fear. It’s seeing your heart and feeling your heart and knowing you have a heart, more than you ever did before. It’s watching that heart of yours walk around outside of your body- sometimes run, sometimes crash and burn, sometimes get hurt and having no control over it at all. It’s learning to let go. It’s relinquishing control. It’s trust.

Motherhood is not at all glamorous. It’s spending hours each day at the playground. It’s wiping runny noses on your brand new sweater’s sleeve because you forgot the tissues. It’s smelling things to decide what exactly they may be (poop or chocolate always tends to be poop). It’s letting go of your perfection and embracing the mess. It’s getting messy, in every possible way. It’s rolling around in the grass, endless tickle fights, blowing raspberries and big, deep belly laughs. It’s “More, more, more!” and “Mama! Mama! MAMA!” and yes, it’s even, “NO.”

Motherhood is humbling. It’s eating cold mac and cheese that your toddler refuses to touch, even though it was his favorite food last week. It’s going to dinner at 5:00 because, BEDTIME. It’s neverending laundry (where does it all come from and why does it never go away?!). It’s living your life by the minute, because children thrive on routine!! It’s breaking routines and living life, because you’re making memories.

Motherhood is insanity. Motherhood is pure joy. Motherhood is accepting that both of these things can coexist and you can be okay with that.

Motherhood is the greatest journey I could ever wish to be on. It’s everything I’ve wanted and nothing I imagined it to be. It’s perfect. It’s messy. It’s difficult. It’s paralyzing. It’s comforting. It’s incredible.

And it’s mine. Thank God, it’s mine. I’ll take the messy and the hard days and the sleepless nights. I’ll take it all. Because I get them. Goodness, I get THEM.

xo