I’ve been a mom for just over 3 short years. 1118 days of filled with both incredible love and unbelievable frustrations.
When he climbs in my bed and burrows close beside me, I am content. When he tells me that likes my kisses, I am filled with joy. When he squints one eye, puts his hands on his hips and says “I was wondering if I could have ice cream for some reason”, I am filled with laughter.
Then there are the other days, the dark days, the hard days. When time outs don’t work and I yell too loud, when the days are too long and the whining won’t stop, when the contentment and joy and laughter are nowhere to be found, that is when I question my ability to be a mom.
The hard days bring me new respect for all the mothers. These days make me wish I could pass out love and strength in a box. I would give it to the single moms who carry the responsibility of parenting alone. I would give it to the moms who parent children with special needs. I would give it to the moms who, out of a loving heart, choose to foster or adopt children who need a home. I would give it to the moms who have lost a child. I would give it to the moms suffering from PPD. I would give to the moms who aren’t getting enough sleep. I would give it to the moms struggling to make ends meet. I wish I could give out love and strength to all the moms.
What I can give is a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. What I can give are my stories so that you know you are not alone when you feel that you are not equipped for motherhood. What I can give is respect and the gift of withholding judgement–trust me, no one judges a mom as harshly as she does herself.
To all the mothers, with deep love and respect, I wish you a very happy Mother’s Day!
And most of all to my mother, who is the most fierce, protective, loving mom in the history of moms, thank you for putting up with me. I love you!