Motherhood is messy, it’s feelings of guilt and failure, it’s relentlessness.. Mine makes me cry uncontrollably at times or pushes me to the point of anger that my ears literally turn red hot, like no joke. Listening, eh, maybe when it’s convenient. & testing my patience is her favorite past time. She’s ruthless. And forget about personal space or “me time”.. I cant remember the last time i felt like i had something, anything to myself.. but those are meniscal to the pure, genuine, unconditional, and selfless parts of motherhood. It’s when I’m exhausted from catering to everyone else, but myself, that i can’t get up in the morning and she grabs my face, kisses it and whispers “shhh mommy is sleeping” or that kissing her ouchies takes all the pain away. It’s the bond we have from my body stretching and ripping so she had room to grow, It’s the stretch marks up to my bellybutton, and the scar across my lower abdomen that she gently touches in awe, that everyone else looks at with judgment or pity. Yet, she sees nothing but beauty and perfection because they are apart of her mommy. Im barely 24 years old, I’m still learning who i am, who i want to be.. so hell yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing a good 75% of the time, and to hell with being the mom who never raises her voice or remains calm in every situation. I don’t always get it right, i don’t always do my best, but Logan is patient with me and she forgives me. And you know what, I’m damned if i do, I’m damned if i don’t.... so it’s GOOD to get out and let go from time to time. It’s allows me to recoop so i can go home and be the better version of myself, for her. You can question me about many things, but being a good mom, a GREAT mom, that’s not one of them. My child will never have to question my love for her, so everyone else’s judgment is dirt under my shoe. i will keep raising my child to believe she breaths fire, i will keep being fierce, yet soft, and i will keep growing and learning in motherhood as she learns and grows in childhood and so on. So mommas, be proud of your failures and your success and be proud of the title you get to wear physically and emotionally, and please wear it without shame.