The Best (and Worst) Parts of Being a Mom

A very honest post about the highs and lows of motherhood

I was messaging with one of my oldest and dearest friends the other night. Her toddler isn’t sleeping, and she’s having a really hard time. As she confessed how hard it felt, I reminded her there was a time when bedtime and the hours that followed were my own personal hell.

That might sound dramatic, but sleep deprivation is a form of torture for a reason. It’s expected with a newborn, but when you’re two years in and your toddler wakes up screaming multiple times a night, it can feel dark.

When I imagined motherhood, I thought about how healing it would be to give my children the unconditional love that I longed for as a child. I looked forward to being a part of a happy family. It has been more beautiful and transformative than I ever could have hoped for.

But what I didn’t anticipate was how hard it would be. The mental load that I can’t seem to break free from. The way you can find yourself dreading parts of your own day, or feeling things about your child or role as a mom that you wish you didn’t.

Today, I’m going to talk about the best and worst parts of motherhood.