No one really tells you how hard it is.
And even if they did, nothing can ever prepare you for it.
The warnings are there but fall on deaf ears until you’re in its midst.
Then the understanding dawns.
For some it creeps up unnoticed.
For others it stares them head on - blinding.
But the essence remains the same.
A perennial paradox.
It is both pain and pleasure permeating the senses.
Sweet and suffering simmering in the same molten pot.
Love and loathing lurking in its depths.
Laughter and tears trailing through its path.
Motherhood.
How you confound me!
