Nobody tells you motherhood is a mountain.

A mountain of laundry

A mountain of pride

A mountain of joy 

But one with no guide

A mountain of happy

A mountain of tears

A mountain of love 

And overwhelming fears

A mountain of surrender 

A mountain of making 

A mountain of exhaustion 

A mountain for taking

A mountain worth climbing

A mountain so steep

A mountain of memories 

A mountain to keep 

A mountain becoming

A mountain to move

A mountain to nurture 

So full of gratitude 

A mountain that stands proud 

Never shaken or stirred

A mountain enduring all of time

Full of kept secrets she’s heard

A mountain ever transforming

Becoming, just like the mother who climbs

A mountain so steady

A mother commits basically blind.

A mother who knows when to say sorry

A mother who keeps her kids like a diary