Motherhood is HARD.
Being a mom is the greatest adventure I have ever gone on. I never knew how hard I could love a single person. It actually gives me anxiety thinking about how much I love this kid and her dad. My heart is simply so full that it feels as if it might pour over.
I have nannied so many kids and swore I loved them as if they were my own, and I truly thought that was the case until Riley arrived. The love I feel for a single human being is bizarre and unexplainable until you actually live it.
All that being said, being a mom is SO hard.
I read a book that had the best way to explain it - usually the moms are the glue, dads are the glitter. 9/10 times we are the ones that know where the missing shoe is, what we could throw together for dinner when we forget the fridge is empty, we are the ones that write thank you cards when your husbands great uncle sends a birthday present all while making sure Moana is on and that the toast doesn't burn in the oven.
Being a mom, seasons change.
Theres always something new to learn or adapt to.
Once you get out of the stage where they allow you to fall asleep just in time to wake you up, you move on to the mobile stage where they have no idea where they are moving or the consequences of running into danger, and then once you leave that season you stumble into the miniature tantrums that are unable to be bribed back to reality because they barely understand a lick of what you are talking about, and after that is the part where they do just about anything to push buttons and not listen to the words they now understand and hear you saying.
Riley is at a point where tantrums happen daily and timeout is a location in our house we all know...but when she isn't melting down, she is snuggling, and using her imagination, boy do I love her imagination, to play "babies" or screaming "mama!!!!" so I will look up and watch whatever knew yoga pose she has come up with, she is screaming "woohoo!!" when dinner is ready, and she is saying "tant-chooo" when you hand her something she wants.
She runs to me when she is hurt, she cries "mooooommmmy" when she is scared, and she lays down and says "luh you mama" before bed, and every bit of that makes the rough patches not so rough.
So yes, motherhood is hard. Motherhood is busy. But motherhood is worth it.