Anxiety.

Guilt.

Fear.

Worry.

Bewilderment.

Doubt.

It's what you get when you unpack motherhood.

When you take a mama,

and you

strip

her

down

to her bare bones;

her

tired,

overthinking,

perpetually stressed,

but loving bones.

Oh, so loving those bones of hers are.

And patience-bearing,

and selfless,

and motivated to be the best they can be.

Incomparable joy.

Indescribable peace.

Undeniable purpose.

It's what you get when you unpack motherhood.

When you take the job that is being a mother,

and you

strip

it

down

to its bare bones.

Because though at quick glance,

motherhood looks exhausting

(it is)

and unpleasant

(it can be),

at the core of motherhood,

and at the core of all women who have dedicated their lives to

giving,

birthing

and being life to another life,

is nothing but

every

single

gosh

darn

thing

that's

right

with

this

world.

Love makes the world go round. And mothers are love. So, in essence, we make the world go round.

And round

and round

and round,

which is why we're all so

paradoxically,

satisfyingly

drained.