Beauty. Excitement. Joy. Inspiring. Love – endless and incomprehensible. Learning. Changing. Tears. Overwhelming. Fear. Anxiety. Sadness. Hard. Hardships. Defeat.
My children are currently 4.5 (almost 5 – gasp!) and 1.5, and yet all of those words (and more) are words that I would use to describe motherhood. I have had the privilege to experience every one of those emotions and/or bodily functions. Maybe, since this is about motherhood, poo should have been mentioned up there somewhere; it’s not like we can ever get away from it.
When I see newly married couples in the afterglow of a fresh night’s sleep and basking in their unwavering attention and love for each other I feel two things: happy and jealous. Happy because I remember those days, and I remember them fondly. I wouldn’t begrudge anyone that feeling. Jealous because I would really, really like a full night’s sleep. The other stuff I still have. I mean, that love and attention is buried a little, but I still have it. What I don’t have is sleep. I miss it. When these couples ask about motherhood and say, “We just can’t wait to start a family,” I see that rosy hue to their eyes. I remember how I thought it would be. Continue reading “Motherhood is rose-ish.”