I wasn't ungrateful (well, actually I probably was ungrateful, but it totally wasn't intentional), and I didn't discount everything she did (well, I probably did, but only because I had no idea what it actually took to do what she did), and I didn't think what she did was easy. But, I definitely didn't know how grateful I truly was, or how much she really did, or how difficult what she did was until I was fortunate enough to become a mom.
I was clueless, really. I mean honestly, there was just no way to know until it was my turn. Even if you think you are prepared, even if you read all of the books, listen to all of the stories told by those who have traveled this road before you, even if you paid attention to and tried to remember all of the things that your mom did that made you feel as loved as you were...there is no way to know what it takes to be a mom until you walk down that road.
