Parenting can often feel like an overwhelming journey, especially during those tough days. I vividly recall one evening when fatigue had taken its toll, leaving me unable to stem the tide of tears that came from sleepless nights. It seemed as futile as trying to stop the mighty Niagara Falls from cascading into the river below.
Dinner sat forgotten on the counter, cold and untouched, as I juggled the demands of my two-year-old. I rocked, bounced, and shushed while simultaneously pouring milk for her third cup since waking from her nap. The simple pleasures of life sometimes feel like distant dreams.
There are moments when I wish for a leisurely shower, one where I don’t have to rush out of fear of being needed, a time when I could choose to shave both my legs and armpits instead of opting for just one. It would also be nice to enjoy a hot meal from start to finish without having to share it with my little one. Although I am fortunate that she eats what I eat, there are days when I crave the freedom to dine alone.
Spontaneity seems a luxury as well. The desire to leave the house without the hassle of loading children into car seats or preparing an arsenal of snacks, milk cups, and diapers is a frequent thought. I often find myself navigating around nap times and potential meltdowns, wishing for a moment of simplicity.
Then comes the guilt. When my infant cries in the swing while I prepare dinner for my eldest, my heart aches. I know he is fine, yet I am painfully aware that he will never receive the same undivided attention that my daughter enjoyed for her first two years. Despite being a newborn dependent on me for nourishment, I recognize how much of my heart he occupies. It hits me hard when I hand him off to someone else, and my daughter rushes into my arms, seeking reassurance.
This is the essence of motherhood—a blend of the hardest, sweetest, and most meaningful responsibility I’ve ever had. Amid the exhaustion and self-doubt, I am often flooded with joy and gratitude. How did I come to be so blessed to nurture these little lives? I wouldn’t exchange this role for anything.
As the weeks go by, the initial chaos of a new season eventually subsides, and we discover our rhythm. Old challenges fade away, only to be replaced by new ones, as each stage of growth arrives and passes in the blink of an eye.
They say life is fleeting, and it’s true; moments of our lives can vanish in an instant. Yet even in the weariness, there is joy. Love—what a profound gift. The love I hold for my children feels immense, as if my heart might burst from its weight.
This mix of overwhelming love and moments when I feel like I can’t keep up—I’m sure many mothers can relate. I often reflect on these feelings to connect more deeply with my own mother. I recognize how she loved me fiercely, even amidst the challenges and heartaches. If she ever doubted her adequacy, it was overshadowed by her unwavering love.
To all mothers—biological, adoptive, those who have experienced loss, and mother figures—your love is unparalleled. In those moments when tears fall and patience runs thin, remember this: I honor you, with all your struggles and triumphs. You are more than enough, and your love deserves recognition. May you find immeasurable joy in the everyday moments of motherhood, and always know that YOU. ARE. INCREDIBLE.
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Summary
Motherhood can be challenging, filled with moments of exhaustion, guilt, and overwhelming love. As mothers navigate their responsibilities, it is essential to remember that even on tough days, they are doing an incredible job. The journey may be fraught with difficulties, but the love shared with children is profound and rewarding.