Motherhood is a different journey. Different then any of the others anyone has ever been on. It takes so much of you but it completes you. It teaches you so many things.
Motherhood takes strength. It takes time. It takes the whole of you. It's tough. It's all that and it's beautiful.
It's all of those moments when you think you're done with everything and it's all of those moments when you think it's just a beginning. It begins when you think everything is over. It begins when you think you can not do it anymore. It begins when you break down. It begins when you are at your wit's end. It begins when you are on the verge.
It rises you up again and it makes you whole, complete. It gives you back all of your strength. I'd not have known this, if I wasn't a mother.
If I was not a mother, I'd never have wiped a sticky smelly butt with so much love in my heart. If I was not a mother, I'd never have woken up, a hundred times a night and looked at a sleeping baby, just to make sure she's all okay and comfy in her sleep. If I was not a mother, I'd never have compromised on my hygiene and care, never slept in a puked-on PJ and letting go of oiling a my hair every once in a while.
If I was not a mother, I'd never have slept odd hours and still be ready for the next day. If I was not a mother, I'd never have been so happy over a dirty nappy after days of little constipated tummy. If I was not a mother, I'd not ever have been so much happy that I'd burst crying with love and joy, over little steps, first words, first foods.
If I was not a mother, I'd never have been happy over a dirty face, dirty table but a full tummy. If I was not a mother I'd never have been over joyed for a smile after a bad, cranky day. If I was not a mother, I'd never have felt the sparkle in the little eyes upon seeing me.
If I was not a mother, I'd not have known that simple joys of life would bring immense tranquility in my heart and in my life.
Also, If I was not a mother, I could have blogged all of this last year when I actually wrote it. :)
Motherhood takes strength. It takes time. It takes the whole of you. It's tough. It's all that and it's beautiful.
It's all of those moments when you think you're done with everything and it's all of those moments when you think it's just a beginning. It begins when you think everything is over. It begins when you think you can not do it anymore. It begins when you break down. It begins when you are at your wit's end. It begins when you are on the verge.
It rises you up again and it makes you whole, complete. It gives you back all of your strength. I'd not have known this, if I wasn't a mother.
If I was not a mother, I'd never have wiped a sticky smelly butt with so much love in my heart. If I was not a mother, I'd never have woken up, a hundred times a night and looked at a sleeping baby, just to make sure she's all okay and comfy in her sleep. If I was not a mother, I'd never have compromised on my hygiene and care, never slept in a puked-on PJ and letting go of oiling a my hair every once in a while.
If I was not a mother, I'd never have slept odd hours and still be ready for the next day. If I was not a mother, I'd never have been so happy over a dirty nappy after days of little constipated tummy. If I was not a mother, I'd not ever have been so much happy that I'd burst crying with love and joy, over little steps, first words, first foods.
If I was not a mother, I'd never have been happy over a dirty face, dirty table but a full tummy. If I was not a mother I'd never have been over joyed for a smile after a bad, cranky day. If I was not a mother, I'd never have felt the sparkle in the little eyes upon seeing me.
If I was not a mother, I'd not have known that simple joys of life would bring immense tranquility in my heart and in my life.
Also, If I was not a mother, I could have blogged all of this last year when I actually wrote it. :)
