No one ever told me how hard Motherhood would be.
That I’d have to sacrifice sleep
And privacy in the bathroom.
No one ever told me how painful it is to hear your baby cry
Through first shots
Through their first real illness
And how utterly helpless you would feel.
No one ever told me that breastfeeding is really hard
And that it’s ok to switch to formula
They thrive either way.
No one ever told me that it takes exactly 2 seconds for him to realize I’m not watching
And he knows exactly where I hide the good stuff.
No one ever told me that I would be “that” Mom in the grocery store
Or the restaurant
Or the department store who can’t control their child.
No one ever told me that my soul would be plagued with guilt
When I returned to work
When I chose to clean the house instead of playing
When I yelled
Or when I decided to take time for “ME”
No one ever told me how precious nap time is
And that it is perfectly ok to join him.
No one ever told me that no matter how much I clean
My house will always look dirty
And my kid will always be sticky
No one ever told me that my nerves would get pecked at
And reduce me to tears.
No one ever told me that I shouldn’t blink
Or I’d miss so much
No one ever told me that my pride would soar with his first crawl
Or his first steps
Or his first word
No one ever told me that he could fix my bad day with giggles
And hugs and kisses
That he’d make me laugh and cry simultaneously
No one ever told me that I’d make mistakes
And that it’s ok to not be perfect
My son still loves me the same.
No one ever told me to never underestimate their power
That he’d fill my heart with love
That he’d save me from postpartum depression
That he’d make me push myself to become a better person
And for him
Yes, no one ever told me that Motherhood would be hard.
And no one ever told me that it would be the best thing that would ever happen to me.