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The Thing about Motherhood

The thing about motherhood is, you give up your body to grow your little human. You eat more vegetables. You run to the bathroom three times every night. You try to sleep while your little human moves and hiccups in your body. You are tired and swollen and fat and sick and yet, when we have a pregnant friend, we marvel in the miracle of it.

The thing about motherhood is, the second they lay that sweet, squeaky baby in your arms, your whole life, your whole heart, and every feeling you've ever had is right there looking at you with one hundred percent trust. And in that moment, you evolve into someone who no longer lives for themselves.


The thing about motherhood is, in the very first minute of becoming a mother, you are instantly aware of the magnitude of your own mother's love for you. Suddenly every situation you ever weathered with her makes perfect sense.

The thing about motherhood is, we eat second, we sleep less, we cry more, we worry the most, we try so hard, we cushion the blows, we kiss the boo-boos and hug the hurts.

The thing about motherhood is, we put those little humans first. We take less for ourselves so that they can have more. We sacrifice anything and everything to give them a life they love. We teach them lessons and have late night chats. We talk them through friend things and give them pep talks even when we want to scoop them up and hold them in our little protective bubble forever.

The thing about motherhood is, no matter what happens, we wouldn't trade our title for anything. There is nothing in the world that we would trade it for. There is no love stronger. There are no words to describe it. We push through the hard times. We hide in the bathroom to take a breath. We get frustrated and exhausted but then we kiss them goodnight and the magic happens...that magic moment where those little humans become perfect in our eyes and we can do it all again with the kind of love that only a mom carries with her.

Happy Mothers Day.

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