If you’ve been a mother for any length of time, I think you can agree with me that the hardest part about the transition to motherhood is the constancy. No it’s not like babysitting. It’s not like having a dog. It’s like someone signed you up for this super amazing job and said, “By the way, you have to do this job 24/7 and you don’t get nights or weekends off. Enjoy!”
Motherhood is all dichotomies. Vomit and smiles. Tired and elated. Frustrated and content. Tears and cuddles. It’s the hardest but also the best thing many of us will do with our lives. It will quite definitely kick you in the pants and put you in a full nelson. So every tear you cry (yes there’s always some crying involved when it comes to raising kids) is well-earned and justified.
But here’s the thing. It SHOULD be hard. It’s supposed to be hard. Why? Because hard gives things meaning. Think about it. What are you most proud of in your life? Is it the participation trophy for the season of soccer that your mom forced you to play even though you hated it and never tried? Or is the championship trophy you won after years of trying your absolute best? Is it the A you got in 8th grade science because the class was easy and you hardly had to try? Or was it the board exam that took you four years of school and six months of studying to pass?
