Motherhood: The Unexpected Journey

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This isn’t quite what I signed up for.

I anticipated feeling exhausted—like, really exhausted. But I thought it would just be for the first few months until the baby figured out how to sleep through the night (oh, sweet dreams!). What I didn’t expect was a fatigue that runs so deep, it feels like it might never go away. Sleep deprivation has become my new normal. I didn’t prepare for the endless nights lost to teething, illnesses, the transition to a big kid bed, trips away from home, and those pesky noises in the night—especially when multiplied by each additional child.

I knew my body would change. I steeled myself for the softer, lower, stretched version of me. What I didn’t expect were the eczema flare-ups, new moles, and a hair texture that seemed to have its own agenda. I was surprised by how much it bothered me, feeling like a stranger in a body I once knew so well. On the flip side, I also didn’t anticipate the strength that comes from carrying babies, then toddlers, and eventually preschoolers. Oh, and that back pain? Yeah, that was a fun surprise.

I thought I’d have it all figured out after my first child. But I forgot that each baby is a unique individual with their own quirks and preferences. Siblings often share little more than DNA. I wasn’t ready for the challenges of raising a second child to feel so monumental. My go-to soothing techniques? They fell flat. My meticulously planned schedule? Utterly useless. I didn’t realize I would need to reintroduce myself to my new baby and find our own rhythm. Learning to blend the bond I had with my son and the fresh relationship with my daughter turned out to be a complex dance.

I expected there would be ups and downs. What I didn’t see coming was just how glorious the good days could be—moments of pure joy that felt like little slices of heaven. Conversely, I had no clue how dark the bad days could be. Those days when tears of a mother who feels like she’s failing come pouring out, or the simmering frustration when patience runs thin, and exhaustion takes over. The fear that grips your heart when your little one is sick or hurt is debilitating.

I anticipated camaraderie among fellow moms. I wasn’t the first in my circle to have a baby, nor would I be the last. I expected a whirlwind of shared advice and playdates. But I was unprepared for the loneliness. Even with a partner who supports me in every way and a network of loving family and friends, motherhood can sometimes feel like a solitary island.

I expected love, but the depth, intensity, and ferocity of that love still takes my breath away. It’s the instinct to protect them, a force even stronger than love itself, that truly blindsided me. Honestly, it’s the aspect of motherhood that terrifies me the most. Learning to loosen my grip and allow them to carve out their own lives, rather than living in the shadows of mine, is a painful journey. I know they’ll resist my affection and roll their eyes at my well-meaning words, and that reality stings. I’ll be on the sidelines, holding back, as I watch them take risks that I instinctively want to shield them from.

I expected love; I just didn’t foresee the heartache and sacrifices it would involve. This love is both brutal and exquisite, leaving me feeling utterly spent.

This isn’t what I expected. It’s more challenging, more tiring, and more beautiful. To sum it up: motherhood is more.

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Summary: Motherhood is filled with unexpected challenges, profound love, and moments of joy and pain that redefine one’s identity. It’s a journey that is more than anticipated, encompassing fatigue, strength, and a bond that is both beautiful and heart-wrenching.