Motherhood is so… Fragile.
One moment you’re a fantastic mom; patient, compassionate, empathetic, fun…
The next you’re holding back tears and anger, frustration and hurt.
One moment your heart is bursting with joy and the next it’s breaking in silent sadness….
You experience the highest of highs and lowest of lows in a matter of minutes and it’s not always for yourself…
Sometimes the joy and pain is your own, other times it’s your husband’s or your children’s that you willingly carry so they aren’t alone.
Motherhood is… Messy. Not just diapers and dirt either. It’s trying to raise little ones into good adults while also trying to grow yourself.
It’s wiping tears and boogers from a child while painfully trying to hold back your own.
It’s dealing with trauma, hurt, pain, happiness, and excitement all at once and trying not to eat another brownie to comfort yourself.
Motherhood is…. Painful.
It’s watching others suffer while not being able to take it away… But also suffering silently yourself, wishing someone could take it away for you too.
It’s wishing you could go back and fix the past while trying not to mess up the present and future.
It’s being loved and hated by those you sacrificed so much for, hurting by their actions and choices yet Knowing you’d choose them again and again.
It’s the pain of what could have been… What should have been … And having to find the strength to move on
Motherhood is… Perfect.
Despite the pain, anguish, hurt, exhaustion, and difficulty… It’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever do. The negatives remind you just how much those positives mean.
The smiles and giggles, the hugs and kisses. The ice cream runs and late-night talks. The short phone calls and the long ones. The moments… the moments where God shows you it’s worth it, no matter how small or big the moment is. You hang on to it, treasure it, and yearn for it…
Because motherhood is fragile… But it’s beautiful.