It’s the smile you paint on before entertaining, the clothes washing and meal cooking when energy is waning.
It’s the school run dashes, the personality clashes, the waterproof mascara needed on lashes.
It’s the changing of sheets in the middle of the night, it’s the stroking of heads whispering it’ll be alright.
It’s the bandage wrapped around a grazed knee or an ambulance ride in to A&E.
It’s the parents evening that you dread of a child who is easily led.
Parenting is not perfect and I refuse to hide, behind filters and quotes that brush tough things aside.
Because if one thing I have learned about being a mother is to love every messy minute to raise up another.