One moment calm and quiet.
Still and serene.
The next vicious and cold.
Loud and puzzling.
We crash into one another like angry waves.
It is powerful, vast and engulfing, completely out of my control.
It can hurt, leave scars and feel like being hit by a Mack truck.
It pushes and pulls and we are tangled up in seaweed, gasping for air.
Then suddenly it is peaceful again.
Warm and inviting.
Effortlessly and harmoniously we float side by side.
We each breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the next wave.
Motherhood is like the waves of the ocean, complicated and challenging but always beautiful and worth riding every wave.