I smile.

I hug.

I help.

I laugh.

I feel good.

I cook.

I clean.

I launder.

I drive.

I watch.

I teach.

I guide.

I motivate.

I encourage.

I feel tired.

I lean out.

I lean back in.

I seek balance.

I feel overwhelmed.

I break.

I become unsteady.

I bewilder.

I feel pushed to my limit.

I am frustrated.

I complain.

I yell.

I rush.

I am impatient.

I lack empathy.

I am reactive.

I screw up.

I feel guilt.

I beat myself up.

I worry.

I fear.

I cry.

I feel all the things.

I feel challenged.

But, I also feel capable.

And then...

I smile.

I hug.

I help.

I laugh.

And, I feel good, once again.

This is motherhood, a few words at a time.