Reality Check: Motherhood
It's chaos, confusion, and contemplation. Contemplating if every decision you make is the best and wondering if you're being selfish. If doing things your way will hinder them or encourage their growth. This is motherhood. Long days, restless nights, overwhelming fear. Fear that you're not doing it right. That you overreacted, that there is so much more you could be doing. That is motherhood. It's not the pictures you see on FB and IG. The professional ones where they look like models. The ones with perfectly kept children and smiling babies. Those moments are far and in between because the truth is, kids constantly seek out mess. They're always finding a new problem for you to solve. They're rarely smiling because pouting and whining helps them get the attention. Your attention. At all moments. Even when you have to cook, clean, and drive. Even when you don't have strength to give attention to yourself. Your needs and self care comes second. To everything. Because your children being happy, safe, and secure is your only concern.
Motherhood is hard. Mothers hate to admit it because we don't want to seem ungrateful. We get tired of the world saying, "that's what you signed up for." And we did. We take our responsibilities as a mother very seriously. We love our children. A love we never knew before them. And the joy they bring is unsurpassable. The way they run up and hug you with excitement. The kisses they give when you're sad. The happiness they display when they learn something new. All of those things are just a few of the pleasures of motherhood. They're all appreciated and wouldn't be changed, even if we could. But, it doesn't mean that some days aren't harder than others. Some days you lack patience. And some days your frustration gets the best of you. To all the mothers who wonder if it's just them, it's not. You're not alone. I see you. The hard work. The care. The drive to make your children more than you could ever be. I see it and I salute you. Don't let the world tell you that having a bad day makes you a bad mother. You're human. And you will never be perfect. As long as your children see you there. That's all the matters.
So somedays they won't get a bath. Somedays they won't brush their teeth. Somedays you won't stop them from eating junk food and some nights where they fall is where they'll sleep. Somedays you won't get a chance to clean the house. And some nights you won't have the patience to read to them. Somedays you'll be super mom and somedays you'll be the villain. But everyday you love them and that love alone is enough. Once again, salute to you!
For all of the mothers who have mastered the madness, I welcome you to leave advice or words of encouragement.