Baby's crying forcing you out of bed.
Always having a fun song stuck in your head.
Cleaning up lots of poo.
Melting at every smile and coo.
Eating cold dinners that used to be hot.
Really appreciating everything you've got.
Watching her tear your favorite book in half.
Playing games and loving her little laugh.
Looking for the remote and car keys she took.
A little girl climbing into your lap with a book.
Being exhausted pretty much all of the time.
Being amazed that this kid is actually mine.
Feeling like you've lost yourself and are now "just" a mother.
Knowing a pure love that is really like no other.
The bad is nothing compared to the good.
And there's really no way to define motherhood.
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