Motherhood
It’s beautiful.
Becoming a mother is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done. It fills my heart so much that it’s at a constant risk of overflowing. Except instead of overflowing, it is ever-expanding. It is, so often, everything I ever dreamed of. The cuddles (so many cuddles!), the kisses, the way my heart melts and explodes at the same time when that little voice says, “Mama!” Even with all the bad days and hard times, it’s the best thing in the world.
It’s messy.
Literally. I’d say I’ve had pee, throw-up, or sh*t on me the majority of the days in the last couple of years. Also my house somehow never looks clean despite my constantly cleaning it. Also figuratively. You can only plan so much when your world revolves around, and is dictated by, a tiny human (or multiple tiny humans) whose brain is developing more rapidly than they can handle.
It’s so f***ing hard.
We all vaguely know that being a parent is supposed to be hard. But Oh. My. God. It is so, insanely hard sometimes. Or most of the time. If you want to be pushed to your maximum limit in every way possible, become a parent. Your patience, your resilience, your physical stamina, your selflessness, your empathy, your capacity for giving and receiving love, and every other little tiny thing will be tested.