the truth of it all

A few weeks ago, a friend said to me, "You make motherhood look so easy."

Ummmm... what?

All I know is that from my perspective, motherhood is WAY harder than I ever thought it would be. The first 6 months were a complete blur of sleep deprivation, newborn crying, and nursing around-the-clock. It's gotten significantly easier since then now that Isabelle is way past the difficult newborn days, but even now, if you stop by to visit unannounced on any given day, you will likely find the sink halfway-full with dirty dishes, toys all over the living room floor, me with no makeup and with my hair up in a haphazard ponytail and wearing a shirt and pajamas pants that probably don't match, all the while probably chasing Isabelle around with food that she'll likely just chew up and then spit out all over the floor. The picture of motherhood ease? I think not!

But apparently I have some people fooled.

The truth of it all, though, is that being a mom of small children (who doesn't have a nanny or cleaning service or extra help) is straight up hard. Like, really hard. So when you think of that supermom in your kid's playgroup who you are in awe of because she seems to have it all together perfectly? Simply put: she doesn't.

The truth is you just prioritize and figure out what's important and what isn't. And you do the best you can. And you love your kids the best you can.

None of that other stuff matters. It really doesn't.