Someone asked me this question yesterday:
Is motherhood everything you expected it to be?
Which made me realize that either I didn't know what I expected it to be, or I forget what my expectations were.
I know I didn't expect to be a full time stay at home mom. With all my education and work toward getting a job, I thought I'd be working at least part time. But now that I'm in the midst of it, I'm incredibly grateful that I do not have to work and get to spend my days with my children, at least while they are small.
I don't know what I expected, but I never knew that my house would be so messy so much of the time. With kids this small, the clutter and the laundry simply never ends.
I couldn't have imagined how tired I'd be much of the time because staying up late to have fun with friends and roommates, or even to finish an assignment, doesn't even begin to introduce a body to the kind of exhaustion that comes with being woken up at night to take care of a baby.
I also couldn't imagine the intensity of my love for my children, or the amount of worrying I would do.
Motherhood is more exhausting, joyous, stressful, and amazing than I ever could have expected. You simply can't know until you do it.
What did you expect motherhood to be?