tough as a mother

Every day I'm learning.
Every day I fail and everyday I succeed.

I am always learning and constantly humbled by this thing called motherhood. The days ebb and flow, alternating calm and storm. Some days desperation creeps in, I am terrified of the tasks ahead and at hand. Some days the monotony tears at my mind. I don't recognize myself, inside or out.
Some days it feels like all I hear is crying. Most days I don't partake in adult conversation. Sometimes I question myself, my abilities, and my choices.

 But everyday I get dimply grins, laughs so enthusiastic that they become hiccups, slobbery kisses, and hugs. Even on tough days all I have to do is look at my family and I feel like my heart might burst. I have unconditional love. Everyday is tough, but everyday is worth it.





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