Motherhood Is a Long-Term Chaos Contract
A Realm Record, Observed by The Bad Breed Maa’s…
No one tells you that motherhood isn’t just a phase.
They sell it like a single season of some chaotic family TV series.
A single chapter, in some book written about adulting.
A cute era you move through and then eventually graduate from.
The Bad Breed Maa’s knew better the moment it all started for them.
Motherhood isn’t just a stage in life.
It’s a permanent system update, one you never retire.
The First Observation
It begins in a very small crotch goblin package.
You’re needed constantly, but for all simple things.
Food.
Comfort.
Presence.
Cleanliness.
Entertainment.
And, the all that is done over and over on repetition.
Everyone says, “Enjoy it, it goes by so fast.”
What they mean is:
“Enjoy it before the demands change shape.”
Because they never go away.
They just get louder, heavier, and more abstract.
The Evolution of the Chaos
They all watched it happen in several chaotic phases.
Phase One: Survival
No sleep.
No silence.
Your body isn’t yours.
Your time isn’t yours.
Your brain is running background programs you didn’t install.
Rage chimes in immediately:
“And if anyone touches me during this phase, they’re dying.”
Phase Two: Logistics
School starts for the little crotch golblin packages.
Schedules, become full.
Appointments, always.
Especially if your little crotch goblin is somewhat of a terrorist.
Remembering everything so no one else has to.
Lawless laughs from the corner:
“So basically, you become the calendar.”
She, is not wrong, you’re walking on someone else’s time at this stage.
You don’t do everything.
You remember absolutely everything.
Which is worse.
Brain fried by the time you hit the next stage.
Phase Three: Emotional Infrastructure
Now , those crotch goblins, are even bigger.
They’re much smarter.
Obnoxiously louder.
You’re not just feeding bodies anymore.
You’re managing all those little terrorist feelings.
All the expectations.
Picking them up after all their failures.
Putting their dreams, above anything else.
Rebel mutters without looking up:
“That’s when the weight gets real.”
Phase Four: Independence (The Lie)
They don’t need you like they used to.
Everyone says, “This is the easy part.”
No one is buying what anyone says about easy. .
Because now the chaos is invisible, out of sight, out of mind.
Late-night worries, begin.
Silent math.
Watching without intervening.
Letting them fall without catching mid air.
Meany steals food and adds nothing useful, as usual.
The Part No One Admits
Motherhood doesn’t end.
It just changes it’s mask over time.
You don’t clock out.
You don’t ever get to retire from this position.
You don’t ever get your pre-crotch goblin “ life back.”
You carry it alongside theirs.
Forever.
For Eternity.
And somehow, you’re still expected to:
- stay calm
- stay attractive
- stay productive
- stay grateful
- stay quiet about how heavy it all is
Vex writes this down aggressively. For notes, so she can remind the next stage of mothers after all her energy is fried.
Why Women Look Tired (Even When Nothing Is “Wrong”)
Because they’re holding timelines that don’t belong to them.
Because they’re buffering outcomes they can’t control.
Because they’re the emergency contact until death.
Rebel finally looks up:
“That’s not weakness. That’s load-bearing.”
The Feral Truth
Motherhood isn’t soft.
It’s relentless.
It’s funny in a dark way.
It’s chaotic.
It’s permanent.
And women don’t survive it because they’re gentle.
They survive it because they adapt.
Vex closes the notes with one final note:
“This isn’t a role.
It’s a lifelong contract signed in blood, coffee, and unfinished thoughts.”
Realm Conclusion
Being a woman is already a lot of audacity from the universe.
Being a mother?
That’s the universe saying:
“Cool. Now do it forever.”
And somehow…
they do.
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