|This is the beautiful sight that allows me to enjoy my morning cup of tea/coffee.|
|My living room after just 3 minutes.|
Sometimes people ask what it’s like to be a mom. It’s messy. It’s tiring It means that the living room *and every other room* is always messy. It means I don’t always get a chance to clean. It means I don’t always get a chance to shower. It means being pulled, poked and prodded all the time. It means having to be patient when you don’t want to be. It means no more sick days. It means no lazy Sunday afternoon spent in front of the tv.
It means unconditional love – both for and from you. It means hugs all the time. It means kisses. It means a sweet smelling, smooth skinned baby nuzzled into your neck. It means hearing ‘Mama’. It means seeing sparkling eyes light up at the sight of you. It means giggles. It means looks at you to make sure you’re watching those proud discoveries because they mean nothing without you seeing. It means daily amazement at this beautiful creature destroying your living room. It means a new sense of importance, a new sense of meaning, and a new purpose. It means your heart swelling in ways you never thought.
It also means you become a sap who talks about things like ‘heart swelling.’
Oh well, the bad with the good I guess.