No one tells you, before you become a mother, how much of it is learning to let go. You think it’s about holding — the baby, the schedule, the home, the life you had before — but soon you realize that the truest kind of love lives in the release. Motherhood begins with holding tight….

Some mornings begin before the sun, and some nights stretch far past bedtime. Someone’s always hungry, someone’s always missing a shoe, and someone (usually me) is trying to remember if the laundry ever made it to the dryer. The days blur together — a constant rhythm of noise, movement, and love. Life with four kids…