This is what motherhood looks like…

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Nothing quite prepares you for motherhood. Sure you may envision the perfect moments and perfect children. You may think you will always have all the answers and parent with no regrets… but then kids happen.

I became a mother early on.

They told me I could not have children – Boy, were they wrong!

By the time I was 26, I had four children under the age of 5. When I was 30, one more was added to the clan.

This is what motherhood looks like:

Motherhood is having a 3 hour conversation on the laundry room floor filled with tears of exasperation and desperation trying to make sense to a 15-year-old strong-willed child that wants to learn from their own mistakes.

Motherhood is getting a call from the school that your child is getting detention for three days because they pulled a chair out from behind a girl that they ‘liked’ and she fell on the floor.

Motherhood is getting another phone call from the school that your child was involved in a food fight and being told they are going to serve detention for it.

Motherhood is battling the school to advocate that the punishment meet the crime. What the heck good is detention? Do you really think they are going to reflect on throwing food? Make them clean the cafeteria!

Motherhood is getting another phone call from the school that your child left school and got stoned; so stoned that they came back to school and accidentally ratted everyone out.

Motherhood is finding out that your child hopped a train to the big city when they tried to run away from the small-town and everything that came with it.

Motherhood means not finding out things for days, weeks, months, years later.

Motherhood is honest talks. Talks you may not always like or be comfortable hearing.

Motherhood is finding your child peeing on flowers instead of the toilet and rolling with it. They are after all controlling their bladder… now let’s try that inside.

Motherhood is making a child watch Black Hawk Down so they realize war is more than video games.

Motherhood is knowing that no matter how good you are, you can never protect them from everything.

Motherhood is getting to know the people that matter to them. “What’s your story?”

Motherhood is rushing your three-old to the emergency room after their brother dared them to stick dog food up their nose.

Motherhood is apologizing to the emergency room receptionist because your teenager squeezes his split open knee to “talk” to the receptionist, fatty tissue and all.

Motherhood is racing in an ambulance 100 mph with a child with internal injuries and praying with them when they tell you they don’t want to die.

Motherhood includes the potential to be on a first name basis with the staff at the Emergency Room.

Motherhood is letting your children make their mistakes. You cannot stop them and it is going to happen. The best you can hope for is that they learn from their mistakes and that they have paid attention to your lessons.

Motherhood is learning to be flexible. The mall tree at Christmas doesn’t fly. (I learned this one late).

Motherhood is knowing when to loosen the reigns and knowing when to bring them back in.

Motherhood is knowing each child.

Motherhood is acute anxiety on many occasions. Know what is in your control and what is out of your control.

Motherhood means the dishes can wait.

Motherhood is making your child write a 3 page essay on what they are grateful for.

Motherhood is phone calls that they hit a deer, a tree, or landed in a ditch.

Motherhood is knowing that these are not mini-you’s – they are them.

Motherhood is having a child call you at 2 pm and ask “What’s for dinner?”

Motherhood is ups and downs. There are moments that you may threaten to put them in a box free to good home. There are moments that melt your heart.

I am glad that the doctors were wrong. I am glad I got one more. I have learned from them and they have learned from me. It is true that they can sap the life out of you on occasion, but just as easily they can breathe life back into you.

It’s not everything it’s cracked up to be…. It’s more.

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