Parenthood is getting puked on. Anyone who tells you differently is lying.
Motherhood is chasing around a tiny human begging them to let you clean their bum. At some point its like- Hey Jack I am the one elbow deep in your stink why am I consoling you? I promise holding still long enough for a diaper change won't hurt you. It isn't always pretty.
Parenting is not for the faint of heart.
But I have learnt that love deepens at three a.m. when your newborn is wide awake and hungry. Love grows when your baby is cutting a tooth and requires all day rocking. Love comes alive when your toddler gives you a challenging day and yet you miss him terribly once he falls asleep for the night.
True love is when you are covered in puke and still loving.
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