Here is my take on it:
Motherhood exposes everything.
Everything you thought you knew about yourself, and everything you didn’t.
It forces you to show up.
It is not a case of go hard or go home.
Motherhood is home.
It is full of dos, don’ts, doubts, delirium, delightfulness, and determination.
I would love to play it safe, and write about my life Stepford wife style. But let’s be honest, I don’t have the hair for it. And there are no plans for plucking my unruly eyebrows any time soon. Although I finally took the initiative to remove that red nail polish I have been wearing since before Emily was born. So i am part way there, right?
My living,my love, my low points, my laughter, my loudness, and my logic are so much more interesting and entertaining than a Hollywood highlight reel of domestic harmony.
There are days when i pick up that pen, i also have to put on my brave girl pants, because as much as i try not to take myself too seriously, or care what people might think, sometimes i do.
And as much as those days suck, and I might prefer nobody knew about them, they do exist.
But so do the good days; the days when I celebrate the small things, the big things, the in between things, and the nothing at all things.
Today is a good day.
Today i can laugh at how uptight I have been, and how hard I have been on myself.
Today I got to drink my tea hot, and eat my toast with two hands. And I might even get to catch up on Greys anatomy.