They don’t tell you how blessed you truly feel from the moment you feel your heart beat outside of your body.
But neither does anyone tell you how frustrating it is to constantly try to be a role model, and an anchor.
They don’t tell you that you’re going to see magic, every day, shine upon you, and take you into another world, with milky breath and hair smelling of strawberries.
But they don’t tell you that you can feel your heart break into a million pieces when you see tears in your child’s eyes, either.
They don’t tell you that you will feel your heart soar and fly when you see achievements that you’d never expected.
But they don’t tell you how you’ll beat yourself up to death over an anger episode that the child’s long forgotten, but you haven’t.
They don’t tell you that you, who you thought were self-centred, would willingly walk across fire, a million times – just to see the happiness light up in your child’s eyes.
But they don’t tell you about the countless nights you’ll lie awake, wondering if you’ve made the right decision.
The best part about motherhood is not in the happy parts, it’s in the beautiful heartbreaking moments when you realise you will never be the same, ever again.