Motherhood is messy.
It’s sitting on a creek bank and watching your kids splash and argue about who is resting on which rock and who saw that butterfly first.
It’s being the peacemaker and the score keeper over silly things and crazy things and arguments about who has the better rock throw and who found the most leaves. It’s checking off that summer bucket list before school consumes our days.....
Motherhood is far from easy. And it’s never perfect.
It’s taking in that small ray of sunshine, that quiet cup of coffee, or those two silent moments they drift to sleep. It’s calming fears and anxieties and it’s brushing the hair of a too sleepy girl, knowing one day she’ll do it completely alone.
It’s cuddles and kisses and bandaids and tears. No one tells you the tears.....
I don’t think anyone can articulate what it means to be a mom — To immerse yourself in motherhood and wondering if you’re ever enough.
We are the schedule keepers, appointment makers, glue that holds it all together..... and yet we remain tucked into the shadows ready to emerge when we’re needed and trying so hard to foster independence. Balancing on a tightrope and holding too tight or not tight enough. We want our children to become independent, even when we want so much to be needed. How we LOVE being needed.
Motherhood is funny. It’s the smallest jokes and silly songs and rhymes no one else would understand. The biggest secrets and funny comments tucked so deeply inside. It’s the fear of forgetting the way they smile, the way they smell, or the teeny tiny moments that make the mundane anything but.
I don’t know what tomorrow holds and I’m not sure how I measure up as a mom, nor do I care. I’m doing the best I can, the best for my family, and the laughs and giggles and hugs tell me I’m doing okay.
Motherhood is a journey. A weird journey full of wonder and whimsy. It’s a journey we know will end some day, even though we aren’t sure we ever want it to. When we reach that destination where are children are grown and adults, I hope we sit back and take in just how much we shaped and molded them.
I hope we can be proud of ourselves.
Motherhood is messy.
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