You want to know what motherhood is like? Well this is me. The real me - in the glory of motherhood. The woman who wears sweats all day (sometimes three days in a row), has no bra on, has breastmilk and baby food all over her shirt, has hair flinging in every direction, has eyes swollen from sleep deprivation, and has a baby glued to her hip. This is me. This is motherhood.
It's 5 am and time to start my day! My husband is up, which means so am I. I make his breakfast and lunch, send him on his way, clean up, and just as I begin to slowly sink back into bed...my children are up. And so our day begins. We start our usual routine of eating and cleaning and reading and singing and errand running and exercising and napping and lots of cuddling. It is busy to say the least. And for the most part, I keep up and keep it together. But oh my gosh, are these kids EXHAUSTING!
This is how we do our days, my sweet babies and I. We function as one, waking alongside the sun every morning and collapse into the stars by night. And in-between - the needs are constant, the noise is continuous, and I'm being pulled in two directions for attention, food, fun, or cuddles. But that's what motherhood is. Constant chaos. It is wild, draining, and just downright hard. Because the continuous catering to someone else (even more so two) always is.
It is having to wipe more poop off of someone else than you could've ever imagined. It is hearing so many questions that you feel you never have the answer to. It is fantasizing over reaching the bottom of the pit that is your laundry, knowing damn well it will never happen. It is always feeling a little under weather but never having the time to wallow in your own misery. It is never having a moment to pee or shower alone.
But it is also so damn beautiful. It is full of belly laughs to my toddler saying words all funky or in the way that he plays. To the point where we all collapse into each other. It is the moment when I get to pause to look around our bed to see our children. Piled up on my husband I, all rosy cheeked and think that my whole world is right there next to me. It is spending time with my husband with our hands tangled together as we watch our children play. This is motherhood.
Motherhood is hard, demanding, constant, tiring, absolutely wild and sometimes, even leaving me an emotional and physical mess because of it. But it is also SO much joy. Because there are beautiful, worth-it parts in having children that somehow get twisted up in the bits of "bad" moments. This is motherhood. And I am loving it!
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