It’s experiencing all the highs and lows of life; sometimes, all in one day. It’s understanding pure, unconditional love – but knowing some days, you just don’t like the person they are – that will probably change by the next morning.
It can be physically, emotionally and mentally exhausting, but understanding that you wouldn’t trade it for the word.
It’s painful, not just the physical birthing part – but when your child says something hurtful, it can hurt you to your core. It’s sheer joy, when they look at you and smile or tell you, in the most sincere way possile, how much they love you.
It’s knowing that for the rest of your life, you have a responsibility to another human being.
It’s love, in its most natural form.