As a mother, I have...

• A lot of tiny, finger-shaped bruises (especially on that really tender back-of-bicep part of your arm).
• A slew of scratches from razor-sharp fingernails that grow lightening fast.
• A passel of mystery bruises on my legs. 
• A hamper full of drool-stained shirts.
• A never-ending soreness in my lower and mid back.
• A bunch of clothes that don't fit quite right anymore.
• An ever-present distraction that disallows me to focus 100% on anything else. 
• A heart that's bursting at the seams with an awesome, overflowing, unconditional love.