I know I don’t share a whole lotta personal stuff here on the blog. Every now and then it seeps out, and I would like for it to start to seep out a little more. Sometimes though, if I’m being honest, I get stuck when sharing more personal posts that don’t have all the pretty photos to follow. I know that isn’t the only reason you guys are here, but I think I have put myself under an unrealistic exception of needing to always provide beautiful room shots. Don’t get me wrong, it’s something I love to do, it’s just not something that I always do. So today I don’t have any pretty room shots for you to look at, instead it’s just me and you friends. Friends chatting over coffee I’d imagine, and a conversation I longed for as a mom of too tiny people not to long ago.
A letter for the tired mom.
I know life seems to be a constant fast moving train right now, and you probably haven’t sat down all day, but don’t worry this doesn’t last forever.
And trust me, I know there are days that do last forever, and all you wish for is bedtime, and a new day to begin, because this day has worn out it’s welcome, don’t worry it’s not always like this.
I know right now the best gift you could be given is to be able to take a nice, long, hot shower without feeling like you are running the 50 meter dash, or interrupted by tiny people pulling the shower curtain back because 2 seconds out of their sight feels like an eternity. Heck, you’d even settle just to be able to go to the bathroom alone, but we all know moms of toddlers don’t get time-outs.
The bustle of wall street has nothing on a 10 month old and a 24 month old. Two in diapers is no-joke, and you would give anything to trade places, just for a day, with someone who has a desk job instead of wiping butts.
Although just barely out of the toddler years myself, looking back they feel like a blur and also a lifetime ago at the same time. There were moments I felt I didn’t even exist, and I was completely consumed by the demands of people under 3ft tall. I remember so well feeling exhaustion, confusion, and even lost in wondering is this what motherhood is all about. Just trying to get out the door in one piece is like an olympic optical course set with booby traps. Empty nesters look on with endearing smiles, and all you can do is yawn. Hang on, hold tight dear friend, all is not lost yet. I know there are moments of sweet joy, that capture your heart. But sometimes the everyday, the ordinary can start to feel so mundane. Don’t let it. Choose joy over the messes made, and chasing wobbly tots. Be thankful for the piles of laundry, and the ability to get it done, because if you didn’t have a family who relied on you to wash their clothes, you’d be longing for a family to take care of. And if you feel like you’ve lost yourself, don’t worry she’s still in there, you’re just doing this amazing job of putting others needs before yours, and tending to what is most important right now.
It’s called being a mom who is present in her children’s lives, and nothing is more important than that!
To all the moms this mothers day, whatever stage or season you are in. Whether your children are grown, almost out of the house, busy teenage years, happy kid years, tired toddler years, expecting, or longing for the day. You are to be celebrated for a job well done, that only you can do. Cheers to mom, and to the tired mom keep pressing on, this season will pass shortly, and the reward is in the mundane 🙂
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