The happiness of being a mom begins with the first cry, with the first touch of tiny fingers, with the first look of complete trust. And suddenly something turns over inside, because you understand: now you are forever someone's universe.
Motherhood is both laughter to tears and fatigue to the depths of the bones. This is when the heart lives outside of you. When you learn to walk, talk, dream again - together with your child. And then again be surprised how easy it is to be happy: when he smiles, says "mom", runs to meet you and hugs you so that the whole world becomes unimportant.
Sometimes it seems that you can't cope, that you are tired, that it is difficult. But it's worth hearing: "Mommy, I love you," and everything inside blossoms. This is a magical phrase that heals, inspires, and gives strength to move on.
The happiness of being a mother is in every morning, when little heels run around the house. In every evening "let's read a fairy tale?" In every "Mom, look, I can do it myself!"
This happiness is not ideal, not according to the calendar, not according to the schedule. But it is the most real. And for it - it is worth being grateful every day.