This is motherhood.

It’s your hair pulled back in a bun because of tiny death grip hands.

It’s spit up on a fresh shirt, changing into a new shirt only to be spit up on again.

It’s no makeup – because ain’t nobody got time for that.

It’s crying at everything because your hormones are all out of wack.

It’s doubting yourself and asking the questions “am I doing this right? Am I doing enough?”

This is motherhood.

It’s messy, challenging and the hardest job you’ll ever do.

But it’s also pure, unfiltered joy.

It’s coos and smiles coming from this sweet little babe who just loves the sound of your voice.

It’s warm snuggles and cuddles on your chest.

It’s watching them learn the world around them in awe and wonder.

It’s showing them love and happiness even when the world is crumbling around us.

This is motherhood.