Motherhood is wild

 Motherhood is wild because I have never felt so much love and so much exhaustion at the exact same time.

I can stare at their little face for hours, soaking in every detail, feeling like my heart might burst from how much I love them.
And yet… the second their eyes get heavy, I am silently cheering inside.

Because loving someone this deeply also means giving every piece of yourself away all day long.
And sometimes, the best way I can love them is by finally getting a second to breathe.

It’s the most beautiful contradiction.
Overwhelming love. Desperate need for rest.
And somehow, both can live side by side in this season. 

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