The laundry will never be completely done.
Deciding what is for dinner is a thankless task.
Someone will always need to pee when you are half way home in peak hour traffic, even though you made them go before you left.
Library books will never be returned on time.
Odd socks will become a fashion statement.
The drink bottle or sippy cup will always leak in the bottom of your bag, no matter how leak-proof they claim to be.
You will attempt to catch vomit in your cupped hands on at least one occasion.
Floors, benches and table tops will not stay clear and clean for more than 3 minutes.
You never have a tissue or a wipe when you need one, but there is always one hiding in the pocket of the pants you just washed.
The toddler will wet his pants on the one occasions when you didn’t bring a change of clothes.
Your kids will always remember, and retell, that one time when you lost it and did something you are not proud of.
You will find the swimmers you have been looking for all week, wet in the bottom of last week’s swimming bag.
Your to-do list will always be long.
This is how it is, this mothering gig.
It is not always wonderful, it is hardly ever glamorous, and sometimes it is downright miserable. It is often messy and difficult and overwhelming and sometimes lonely.
But it is also joyful.
It is joyful when we can look at that list and smile.
Life is not perfect or easy, and neither is parenting. When I set aside my ego, and my unrealistic expectations, and my comparisons, and find space in myself to accept that this messy, difficult, imperfect life is wonderful just the way it is, then I find joy.
Find that joy, even on the hard days, because this is how it is.
What would add to the list above?