What does motherhood mean to me?
It means constantly cleaning up toys. Occasionally stepping on legos. Scooping poop out of the bathtub.
Cutting the crust off of each sandwich. Continually wiping snotty noses until you just throw in the towel and let it drip. And yelling “GO TO SLEEP” five hundred and sixty-two times every night.
But even more than that, it is the most glorious and rewarding dream-come-true I could ever experience during life on this earth.