Motherhood is…
frosting 24 cupcakes at midnight, getting up at 1 am to feed the baby and waking up with a bed full of little people by 5
relenting to socks with sandals, mismatched gloves, sunglasses and an inside out shirt with Barbie jewelry, on picture day
telling the kids to stop licking the bowl while swallowing a mouth full of cookie dough
watching two episodes of Mike the Knight and a Dora rerun before you realize you’re the only one in the room
smelling clothes, carpets, diapers, carseats, children and anything of a suspicious color
looking for car keys, your phone and your purse with one hand while holding them all in the other
anxiously awaiting school drop off only to spend a half hour in the hallway trying to get a peak in the classroom
kissing boo boos, over-bandaid-ing and turning Neosporin into a magic potion to stop tears
holding hands until they pull away and balancing weight in your lap until they just won’t stay there anymore and wondering what you are supposed to do with your arms now
and hoping for the end of a long day just as much as you are wishing for tomorrow back
because motherhood is nothing like what you had imagined and everything you never knew to hope for.
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