11/18/2025

I recently read a poem about the joys of motherhood.

And while most moms read that and feel emotional,

I felt a sense of emptiness.

I felt like that poem wasn't about me.

Because sometimes, I dread taking care of her.

Most of the time, I do.

When she cries at night,

I think:

"Why is she waking up?"

"I’m so tired."

"This is so unfair."

I spent so much of my life looking forward to motherhood,

Daydreaming about the moments I now get for free.

But now that it's real,

I watch myself as I let the time slip by.

Every day, I am exhausted.

I let the little moments I used to be so excited for slip by.