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

Your experience with your precious baby will be one that, at times, can feel like it is breaking you into a million pieces–but I promise that feeling is just the start of your transformation into a stronger, wiser, humbler version of yourself.

My wish is that you will always be best friends. That you always look out for each other. Continue to be each other's biggest fans.

This scar represents my own grit. My own tenacity. My own stubbornness. Things I now pass down to my daughter.

After my son was born, all I wanted was sleep. But I was scared of closing my eyes for fear of something happening to him during that time. I couldn’t shut my mind off from all the irrational thoughts running through it.

And today, at this moment, I would LOVE a second of quiet.

After my son was born, all I wanted was sleep. But I was scared of closing my eyes for fear of something happening to him during that time. I couldn’t shut my mind off from all the irrational thoughts running through it.

If you're in a tough season right now, please let this be my reminder to you: You will catch a break. You will figure it out. You will find a way.

Here's how to help your baby, mama.

It's "miserable," she says (but it can get better).

We asked #TeamMotherly to share their best hacks, tips, and tricks to keeping their cars (or minivans) organized and clean—and they delivered.

For me, work gives me something of my own. Something to separate me from being Henry and Simon's mom and Logan's wife.

Moms, take your armor off. There are troops to help us in this beautiful, complicated thing called motherhood

He will sleep through the night eventually and I have that to look forward to, but right now I will enjoy his midnight snuggles.

I don't have the option of putting my job on hold for two months, but it's also unreasonable for my kids to spend huge chunks of the day in silence so I can work like I'm used to.

Your motherhood is not measured by breast or pump, by output and ounces, by formula or bottle.

And I'm done apologizing for it.

There is no clocking in or clocking out. No holidays or sick days or breaks.

I'm so proud of you, and I'm proud of what we're building together every day.

In many ways, this playground has been just as effective a measure of my children's growth as any scale.

We're going to get through this. Promise.