How would you describe motherhood in a single sentence?
How about a picture?
A few weeks ago, I put out a call asking that question on Facebook.
The responses reminded me, once again, how similar we all really are.
No matter where we live,
what we look like,
or how long we’ve been mothers…
We’re the same;
bound by struggles,
hopes and love for our children.
Every day, all day.
How would you describe motherhood?