Motherhood to me

Nobody ever really talk about how motherhood is,everyone just pushes the beauty of it when half of it is just a lot of fuckeries and long nights of worries ,regrets and stupid suicidal thoughts if not awful mom blues. Everyone wants to say they are in their "mom era" the beautiful baby pictures and cute little hands.the weight behind these beautiful sceneries is heavier than a burden of dating men for who they are. 

Goodness, it's a Hood that I personally not wish on anyone who isn't a happy soul naturally like me the Author, because it will crush you!

Motherhood to me is:

It’s not just about caring a child to full term or pushing a baby out of your cochie or getting 7 layers of your abdomen cut open or the awful contractions that will make you regret giving that man Doggy as a Valentines gift or birthday gift, it’s about changing Worlds from “ my world to Our world “

It’s about being a whole different person .it’s about constantly giving and providing for this new person .it’s about putting yourself last ,it’s about making decisions that aren’t only about you but about that new person too.

It’s about losing friends because you are just too busy to show up at birthday parties or just too tired to attend the lady's night or your friend’s graduation .it’s about realizing that the man you love isn’t emotionally attached and ready or stable enough to stand by you and painfully letting him go .

It's sacrificing some of your life changing opportunities just to stay home with your child, it's about doing what you must so you and your baby won't both be  miserable .

It's learning to do and going through the nights without telling anyone how shitty your day was.

It’s about hating your body,the sagging tummy,the sagging boobs ,the hair,the  weight gain ,or losing weight and hating looking at your Body in the mirror. 

It's constantly crying because you don’t feel beautiful and you miss your other perfect body before motherhood. 

Motherhood is about never sleeping,it’s about constantly being busy trying to keep the new person alive and happy .it’s about neglecting yourself emotionally and physically so the new person can be fed, warm and not too cold. 

it’s about feeling sad and happy at the same time.

It’s about feeling left out,it’s about feeling soo alone and neglected.

Motherhood to me is about being happy at 6 a.m and sad the entire day because you miss yourself.the happy,carefree girl you were .

It's about grieving your past self and learning to love the new you .the change in clothes, the  style,new friends, new relationships it’s literally  just grieving everything you loved. 

Motherhood to me is realizing how much one can Love someone everyday and every time,it’s realizing how much strength you have ,it’s about learning how to be responsible and putting your emotions aside to get things done.

Let me not scare the shit out of you,Motherhood is beautiful too ,bit of like being at a place you have never been before and can't imagine how your life could be out of it ,the beautiful moments of watching your baby do something for the first time ,your babies little, soft giggles, the smell of baby powder, parking away clothes they outgrew ,Motherhood has a way of making you feel a sense of belonging, like you belong somewhere with someone and for someone ♥️ 

But I can't speak about things that are being portrayed everyday .

If you are expecting rn ,Goodluck, for those of us that are already in the hood ,let's rock it ♥️🫂

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  1. AustinMarch 6, 2025 at 8:13 PM

    I grew up without my mom. She passed on when I was just two years. I didn’t even know how it honestly felt to have a mom. But I had my family. They showed me the world. But I feel you ma’am. Motherhood is beautiful 🥹❤️‍🩹.

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