I Wandered, and Then Motherhood.

Motherhood is eye rolling.

It is heart breaking, heart thumping, and heart swelling.

It is big, huge, enormous, work.

It is tiny details that matter to few.

Motherhood is light sleeping. It is no sleeping. It is squished, feet-in-the-face, listening for breathing, wishing for a king-sized bed sleeping.

Motherhood is long.

It is so short that it hurts.

It is dark nights, endless nights, coughing and crying and vomiting nights. It is I-thought-I-was-going-to-get-caught-up-on-sleep-but-I-was-so-so-wrong nights.

Motherhood is nights filled with sweet secret moments between mother and child.

It is terrifying.

Motherhood is my tooth is loose and it is don’t touch my tooth and it is that tooth has to come out.

It is sweet victory.

Motherhood is all open doors.

It is double checking locks.

It is energy-zapping and life-giving.

Motherhood is brain altering. It is how-did-the-phone-bill-get-in-the-fridge.

It is considering buying new underwear to avoid laundry.

It is doing the right thing because you have no choice.

It is wanting to do the right thing.

Motherhood is looking God in the face.

It is humility.

It is tears. Lots of tears.

It is falling in love.

Motherhood is brave.

It is forever.

It is real.

Motherhood is the end of me. It is the beginning of me.

Motherhood is overwhelming.

It is drowning. It is swimming.

It is rescue.