A reflection on motherhood from my perspective:
Motherhood is destroying your body to bring life into this world.
Motherhood is tiny moments.
Motherhood is not a one-size-fits-all thing. What works for some, or even most, may not work for you. And as many books and blogs written about parenting, there is no actual manual for being one.
Motherhood is finding peace when the world is crashing down.
Motherhood is not sleeping through the night.
Motherhood is being the parent that your kiddo says “I love you” to first. ;)
Motherhood is knowing the difference between a true cry and a “fake” cry.
Motherhood is sacrifice.
Motherhood is guilt.
Motherhood is the truest love in all the world.
Motherhood will make you cry. And scream. And throw your hands up, giving up on everything you were trying to accomplish in that moment.
Motherhood is caving in and giving your kid another damn cookie.
Motherhood is lying about how much TV your 2 year old watches.
Motherhood is not actually giving a shit about the TV thing.
Motherhood is hearing the best giggles and never wanting them to stop. Even if it is way past bedtime.
Motherhood is snuggling up with your kid, even though that’s a “sleep training no-no” because this is your time of the day to just be still with her and feel her relax in your arms, lap, on your chest, etc. I will not give this up until SHE doesn’t want me there anymore.
Motherhood should be celebrated every day.
Note: I gave birth to my daughter, but I don’t not consider those who have adopted any less a true parent to their child/children. The above is a reflection on my experiences and my truth. Families are love, not genetics.