It Can Be Both

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Being a Mom is hard.

Because of the whole, you know…

labor pains

sleepless nights

poop explosions

laundry

ear infections

meltdowns

“I do it myself!”

potty training

“NO!”

laundry

“She started it!”

3 am vomiting

“What’s for dinner?”

carpools

laundry

bullying

“Mooooom, I neeeeeeed you!”

Sharpees

“What does God look like?”

tags and seams

“Ewwww… I hate [whatever you made for dinner]!”

mean girls

“Where’s my uniform/library book/other shoe/snack?”

sleepless nights

ER visits

laundry

“I need it by tomorrow.”

pink eye

homework

“Can’t you just do it?”

LICE

“He took my toy/cookie/shirt/diary!”

driving lessons

“You’re the meanest Mom, EVER!”

The Talk

“Mom, I have to tell you something…”

laundry

peer pressure

“I didn’t make the team.”

curfews

just say NO

sleepless nights

“I need you.”

“I don’t need you.”

college tours

goodbyes

 

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.

But then.

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…
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4 responses »

  1. Priceless! Still hard to believe we got here, but for all the headaches and heartaches, I wouldn’t change it for the world…. Clearly you agree! Happy Morher’s Day!

  2. So, sooo beautiful! You nailed it. Fathers are lucky too, but they get far fewer of the headaches and heartaches, but will never get the mother/son or daughter relationship that is stronger than steel.

    You’re still about one or two steps short of poetry, but you are getting very close (my highest compliment!)

    Dad

  3. Everything you said was all true and beautiful. It is not easy but very rewarding. I told Lori and I will say the same thing to you, your mom would have been so proud of the awesome mom you are to your beautiful children. And I am too! Happy Mothers Day! Love you!

    Aunt San

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