Motherhood is a funny thing. When I first had Lilah life really wasn’t too hard. My life did a 180 after I found out I was pregnant with Cali. Baby Lilah was about eight months old when this happened. Here’s the shocker, we planned it. I wanted my kids close and I wanted to get my second pregnancy over with. Pregnancy was not my thing. Throwing up for nine months, peeing every ten minutes, never getting comfortable, I mean who says, “sign me up for that!”
I managed to get through those long pregnancies and God blessed me with two beautiful daughters. These girls have my heart and it’s been an overwhelming amount of joy getting to take care of them. It’s hard though. It’s way harder than I could have ever imagined. Long gone are the days of sleeping in or having just ten minutes to yourself. I literally still wake up at 6:00 AM, even if the girls stay the night at grandmas.
Motherhood is giving countless kisses, breaking up fights, managing tantrums, giving out 1,838 snacks, wondering if you could have handled things better. It’s picking up cheerios, cleaning up spilled milk, wiping dirt from under the cutest little toes. It’s saying no with confidence and busting your ass to squeeze into a bikini. It’s feeling like you need/deserve a drink before five pm! Hah! Guilty! Motherhood is a whirlwind of emotions and so much more than all the things I have listed. It’s the deepest kind of love I’ve ever experienced.