Motherhood changes us. Celebrate the ups and downs with these honest, insightful essays about becoming—and being—a mom.

You can use them to bring you closer to your toddler. ❤️

I could probably switch the wash over to the dryer and get those towels that have been sitting in there folded and put away. But as I watched your chest gently rise and fall, I realized something.

All the little things that you do for me, for us.

What's not to love about candy, silly costumes and hilarious little kids who get amazingly excited about this weird, special day?

They need to learn about how Latinos have contributed to the history of the United States.

I want you to know that I see you. All of you.

My oldest child is only 3 years old, but I find myself wanting to blurt these words to other mothers every day. You are seeing me in the same rearview mirror I sometimes look through. Even with so much still ahead of me, I get caught looking backward.

I saw working moms come in flustered at 8 a.m. and didn't realize the battles they'd already fought that day.

And how I'm going to make it happen.

Thank you for always being there in my life and always looking out for me.

I've been acting fine with it this whole time, but to be honest, it tugs at my heart knowing how fleeting your youth is.

I know I'm lucky to be at home with my kids right now and please, believe me, I am grateful, but dang, can a girl get some personal space?

I found out that no matter how strong you are, some things will just break you. And you'll need your village.

This is trying so hard with every bone in my body to do my very best day in and day out, to give my babies all they need

I failed to see your fear. I failed to see your anxiety. I failed to see all the signs that you needed me desperately.

Did you keep it a surprise, mama?

Why was I in so much pain? Am I weaker than all of these other women? How did they make it through this? Why is this so difficult for me?

Although I loved being pregnant, I had been dealing with serious anxiety and my transition to motherhood was no less difficult. It was, by far, the steepest learning curve of my life.

The problem was that my children received so many presents the gift-giving itself began to lose meaning. Every time a family member came by the house, my 3-year-old expected a treat.