I’m not going to lie, motherhood is hard! There’s late nights, early mornings, very little sleep, mommy brain fog, no self-care, few showers, irritability, feeling defeated, feeling rejected, feeling unloved, feeling inadequate, fatigue, anger, depression, anxiety, worry, tears, sweat…I could go on and on. I never thought that being a mom would be so hard. However, I don’t think I would trade my life for anything other than what it is right now. In all seriousness, motherhood is amazing! I’ve been so blessed with this opportunity.
Just Eat the Carrots!
There is not one person in my house of 6 people who do not complain about a meal. “I don’t like that!” “Ugh, I thought you were making _____” “We had that last week!” “I don’t want to eat that!” “I’m not hungry!” You would think my children were being fed the garbage with how often they complain about the food. (Although, maybe they’ll eat the garbage…hmmm, sounds like a great new menu item next week).
You get my drift. I start to get desperate with meal planning because I’m so worried that they aren’t getting the nutrients they need and they just might starve themselves to death because they refuse to eat the darn Stroganoff! I sneak in the carrots by shredding them up really fine so they’re virtually untraceable and I tell myself that I’m such a brilliant parent for coming up with a way to shred carrots up and hide them in the mashed potatoes.
Then, the little detective dissects the mashed potatoes to find…finely shredded carrots! And the night is ruined! They refuse the mashed potatoes. I spent all this time prepping, planning, plotting, and it bites me in the rear! They’re crying because they want dessert, but they can’t have it because we told them they can’t eat dessert unless they finish their dinner. I’m crying because I don’t enjoy cooking anymore because no one will eat the food that I slave over. The baby starts crying because he’s tired. The older kids start crying because mom is crying. Everyone’s crying! JUST EAT THE CARROTS!! (Rant over)
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t enjoy being pregnant. I’m blessed in the fact that I don’t get terribly nauseated. Personally, I don’t wish pregnancy nausea on anyone. For those who have to cope with hyperemesis, my heart is with you. Two of my babies were carried through the summer months and it was miserable, to say the least. I don’t enjoy cankles (calf-ankles), water weight, heartburn, and all the “joys” that come with it.
However, even with all of the hardships of pregnancy, I do love feeling the baby move. The anticipation of when I can feel that baby move for the first time can be so exhilarating. Knowing that there is an actual person living and growing inside me is a beautiful miracle! (I don’t enjoy the baby movement towards the very end of pregnancy. There’s not much room for the baby in my squatty body and they would typically kick my pelvis and my ribs. Not. Very. Comfortable.)
Once that beautiful baby is born (and cleaned up) and placed in my arms, I realize that all the pregnancy discomfort and labor pains were worth it! God gave me a miracle and he has given me the OPPORTUNITY OF MOTHERHOOD.
Babies and Postpartum
Getting to know the new little human in your life is…life-changing of course. Plus, you have this not pregnant body to rehabilitate back to “not so normal anymore”. Figuring out the feeding schedule, the sleeping schedule, why is he crying, why is he sleeping, is he sleeping too much, when was the last time he ate, did he eat enough last time, why is he crying, is he gaining enough weight, what the crap do I do with the umbilical cord, why is he crying, why is he crying, why is he crying? Rarely do you sleep, you’re constantly exhausted.
And then, they start to coo. Oh, my goodness!! I love when they start cooing! I could sit and “talk” with a cooing baby for hours and I will gladly stay up at 2:00 AM to “talk” to them. That probably sounds crazy…maybe I stayed up too often to talk to my cooing baby…yep, that’s what’s wrong with me.
Toddlers and Potty Training
“I just LOVE potty training!” said no one, ever! You’re quarantined, right? Stuck at home with soiled underwear, the washing machine constantly at the ready, practically following your little human around with either a potty or a watchful eye to make sure they don’t have any more potty accidents. Your patience is surviving by a thread and he tells you he has poopy pants…after you felt like he just might be getting it because he just peed and pooped in the potty
3 times in a row. Why not four? You have yourself convinced that they will never be potty trained until they are 20 years old and you will still be wiping their bottom at that age.
And then, they do get it! Then, we all start singing praises and dancing because there are no more diapers to change and they are so proud of themselves. Then, they tell you they love you, and you can see it! They LOVE you! That potty training nightmare was worth it.
What Does Having the Opportunity of Motherhood Mean?
Many years ago, I was given a special blessing in which my spiritual leader told me that I would have the “opportunity of motherhood.” Opportunity. Now, I look at the word opportunity, kind of like a “job opportunity.” A career advancement. How could motherhood be an opportunity? I thought motherhood was a gift? Right? Opportunity is defined as a set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something. This motherhood opportunity has been a blessing from God. Not everyone is blessed with this opportunity on this earth and I take this opportunity very seriously.
I have been given the opportunity to raise four human beings. FOUR! In the grand scheme of things, these four people in the midst of the billions of people on the planet, may not seem like they are part of a bigger plan. But they are! God trusts me with these little people. He trusts ME! He also knows that motherhood is changing my life. I am being trained up for bigger and better things to come. I do know that it’s not easy, but it’s going to be worth it! Being a mom has been the greatest blessing I could have ever asked for.
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