Mamahood is knowing exactly how to hand your four-year-old a banana so she doesn’t see the tiny blemish.
Mamahood is not leaving your house all day except to check the mail but by the end of the day your feet hurt.
Mamahood is using your toddler’s bottle of milk from the fridge for cream in your coffee.
Mamahood is weighing 13 different contributing factors when your kid asks if they can play with play-doh. Factors include the distance between meals, their level of energy, their level of rascaliness (I’m sure that’s a word), how clean the house is, and whether or not you were planning on vacuuming the second time that day.
Mamahood is bouncing your baby until your biceps are sore praying they’ll nod off, and then missing their snuggles when they’re asleep.
Mamahood is throwing impromptu dance parties just because it’s Wednesday.
Mamahood is perfecting your band-aid rule book.
Mamahood is letting them play in the backyard paddling pool and deciding they are clean enough for bed.
Mamahood is having your eyes water every time your baby laughs because it’s so beautiful you can’t take it.
Mamahood is eyeballing the bench at the gym trying to decide if it is wide enough to nap on.
Mamahood is working so so hard to ensure enough boredom for them to be creative.
Mamahood is magic kisses and hugs that heal the hurt.