Being a Mom is hard.
Because of the whole, you know…
“I do it myself!”
“She started it!”
3 am vomiting
“What’s for dinner?”
“Mooooom, I neeeeeeed you!”
“What does God look like?”
tags and seams
“Ewwww… I hate [whatever you made for dinner]!”
“Where’s my uniform/library book/other shoe/snack?”
“I need it by tomorrow.”
“Can’t you just do it?”
“He took my toy/cookie/shirt/diary!”
“You’re the meanest Mom, EVER!”
“Mom, I have to tell you something…”
“I didn’t make the team.”
just say NO
“I need you.”
“I don’t need you.”
The list goes on and on… and of course it doesn’t end when they leave for college.
The kids change. The worries change with them.
Kids & worries are shape shifters.
Everything looks different over time but the basic concerns are ALWAYS some form of “Am I doing this right?” and/or “Will they be OK?”
It doesn’t seem like too much to ask for them to just be OK. But it’s huge. So we worry. And it’s exhausting.
Being a Mom is hard.
Then you have one of those moments – moments – when you’re just looking at your kid – maybe he is sleeping peacefully with his little butt in the air or maybe is stepping on a school bus for the first time or he’s helping his brother read or she is shining on a stage or she’s holding up a worm she “caught” or he’s flying around the bases in his first Little League game or she’s crying because her best friend doesn’t want to be her best friend anymore or he’s saying “I love ya, Ma,” or it could be that he is simply eating a bowl of cereal (for dinner. because, well, you know… cooking is also hard and exhausting) – and your breath catches because in that moment, WOW this kid is so beautiful and special!
How did it happen? How did I get so lucky?
And you realize that you have no idea if you’re doing it right, but so far, they’re OK so you must be doing SOMETHING right. Yay you!
So yeah, being a Mom is hard. And yeah, we’re so lucky to have the job.
It’s hard. And we’re lucky.
It’s both. It can be both.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the exhausted, lucky Moms out there.
Here are some of my moments, some that made me feel exhausted and some that made me feel lucky…