This morning I was woken up by the sound of a downpour. I stretched in my bed and listened to the rain. That calm moment ended pretty quickly. The “downpour” was, in reality, the sound of my 2-year-old taking a pee in a bucket next to my bed.
There is nothing that can prepare you for motherhood. At no point was I informed that there was even a remote possibility of a human peeing in their Easter bucket and then loudly demanding a cookie. As I tried to explain to my toddler tornado that a bucket is not the equivalent of a toilet (and trying to stifle laughing at her generally confused expressions), my oldest brought me a surprise cup of coffee.
Here’s the thing, it’s the surprises that make motherhood good. The surprise hugs, drawings, laughs, the surprise coffee and even the surprise bucket of pee.
Nothing can prepare you for motherhood and maybe that’s a good thing. Learning to roll with the surprises is part of the fun.