A Mother's Note

As I grow older, I see more and more of the people I know and are dear friends of mine transform and transition into motherhood. And --hell, no. It is not a job at all. Maybe in the past you've heard me say: "this is the best job my son could've ever given me" --ok, that's totally bullshit. It is not a job, I repeat. A job is where you get hired to do stuff and get paid, and if you don't like it, you can quit--honestly, even without the 2-week notice.

Motherhood and being a mother is WHO AND WHAT you are. It's this being as a human you've become, and there aint no clockin' out from it. It'll be your ride or die, takin' it all the way to the grave like a 'mother.

You go on overdrive and overtime for free99.
Yes, folks. Motherhood is what you become, you can't escape it no matter how many children you have, you can't undo things like kids.

So, here's a note for all the mommas out there. Kids are crazy. I don't care what people say, "they're such blessings and gifts to us..." {mockingly}

I mean..I get that, but these gifts? The Universe didn't bestow them upon you without a price. A very high price.

Can you name the price tag? 
It's your heart, all of it. That moment you last push them out of your {insert bleep terminology here}, you are doomed that you do not own your heart at all anymore. You will fall in love so quick, you've never experienced it in your teenage-love-romance-extravaganza. But these tiny humans, don't underestimate their 'giftedness' & 'blessed-innocence'.
They are--by default made to break your heart even with a simple sneeze. It never goes away, they grow up, they go out, and they bring your heart with them wherever they go--possibly breaking them into a million little pieces, it sucks.

But then, they grow up and mature into real humans like you--and they look at you and hug you to assure you that all those times you've let them hang out with their friends (doing God knows what), they reassure you that whatever it is you've taught them, all that lotta lovin', and helluva lotta yellin'...they usually say:

"'Nay...Dada..I love you, I'm okay--Dont' worry"


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