I’ve never been the type to embrace mornings. I’ve always preferred the late-night hours, relishing the chance to sleep in each day. However, the reality of motherhood swiftly alters that internal clock. While some mornings I’m fortunate enough to have my daughter sleep until 7 a.m., let’s face it—that’s a rarity. Most days, she’s up by 5 or 6 a.m., and there are even 4 a.m. wake-up calls that tempt me to bury my head under the covers and wish the day away.
I yearn to sleep until 9 or even 10 a.m. I long for the luxury of rising at my own pace without the stress of preparing breakfast for a little one who will likely toss half of it onto the floor. I dream of enjoying a meal without someone perched on my lap, tugging at my hair and reaching for my food. A long, uninterrupted hot shower sounds heavenly, free from the chaos of toddler cries. I want the chance to brush my hair without someone clinging to my legs, seeking my attention, or to apply makeup without a tiny hand trying to grab my brushes.
I long to wear nice clothes without worrying about stains from food or other bodily fluids. I want to drive with the windows down, music blasting, drowning out the noise of daily life. Shopping at any store should come without the worry of whether I have enough snacks or nursery rhymes memorized to last until checkout. I desire to take a nap without guilt over unfinished chores or the ticking clock reminding me of my limited downtime.
Cleaning my floors should mean they stay clean for more than a few minutes. I crave the freedom to watch anything on TV other than endless reruns of Peppa Pig or Frozen. I wish for nights where I can fall asleep without being jolted awake by a toddler seeking comfort, just wanting to snuggle between us. One day without the constant concern for the health and happiness of my child, who is my world, would feel like a dream.
But I am a mom. And then I remember the joy in my daughter’s sweet, calling voice throughout the day. I cherish her excitement when she spots a “big truck” or conquers the slide on her own. Those crumbs on the floor? They signify family meals and the joy of sharing food together. The crayon marks on my walls tell tales of a curious child exploring her creativity. I remind myself that spilled milk isn’t worth crying over—every cup is refillable.
Long showers are a luxury, and having a curious little one peeking in adds a bit of humor to my day. Shopping trips would lose their charm without my little companion, and I wouldn’t trade my extra spending money for anything other than her joy. I’ve come to appreciate that Peppa Pig isn’t so bad after all, and Frozen has earned its spot as my favorite Disney film. Each night, I lay my head down, grateful for a roof over our heads and the love of my family who needs me just as much as I need them. Hiding under the blankets would mean missing out on life’s greatest treasures.
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In summary, while the challenges of motherhood can be overwhelming, they are also filled with unique joys and precious moments that make it all worthwhile.