We are the women with weary eyes, busy households, and overflowing hearts. We are moms. This morning, when our little one left his favorite toy in the car, we paused our hectic schedules to fetch it for him. We’ve wiped tears, played taxi, prepared meals, tidied up chaos, given baths, read stories, and banished fears. Not once today did anyone say, “Thank you.”
We often go unnoticed, yet we rise each day to do it all over again. We are moms.
Dinner time tonight felt like a battleground. Our older kids grumbled about everything, bickered among themselves, and refused to touch the meal we prepared. Meanwhile, our toddlers screamed and flung food across the room, clearly overtired. Amidst the disorder, we lost our patience and yelled. Then, we retreated to the bathroom and shed tears, regretting our outburst yet again.
We are frustrated, but love prevails, and we always find it in our hearts to forgive and be forgiven. We are moms.
At this moment, we are utterly exhausted. Every ounce of our energy is spent just putting one foot in front of the other until our children finally drift off to sleep. Our minds are racing with the never-ending list of tasks still to do—clean the dinner dishes, unload the dishwasher, switch the laundry because no one has clean clothes. The weight of responsibility is heavy tonight. Yet, despite it all, we found the time to lie beside our child in bed, eyes closed, as they sang themselves to sleep, seeking comfort in our presence.
We are overwhelmed, but we make space for our children. We are moms.
Long after everyone else has settled in, we finally crawl into bed. Our bodies may be drained, but our minds are still buzzing with worries. We fret about whether we yell too often, if we’re too strict, or not strict enough, and whether we’re making the right choices for our family.
We are insecure, yet our children know they are cherished, which means we must be doing something right. We are moms.
When we first discovered we were expecting, we understood that our lives were about to change dramatically. We pondered how we would fit a child into our busy lives, not realizing that motherhood would consume us entirely.
Some days, we wake up wondering if we can endure the chaos for another day, while other times, we gaze lovingly at our children, holding their tiny faces in our hands, wishing we could freeze the moment in time. But we know that time waits for no one.
Our precious infants learn to crawl, walk, and talk all too swiftly. They navigate the tumultuous twos and threes, while we fall in love with their curious preschool minds that never stop asking questions, often at the most inconvenient times. Our school-aged kids keep us occupied with homework and activities, and we swell with pride at the incredible individuals they are becoming.
As they enter their tween years, we notice the distance starting to grow. Our children begin to drift away, and our hearts feel a pang of loss. They morph into teenagers, asserting their independence and suddenly convinced they have all the answers. Eventually, they return to us as young adults, realizing they didn’t know it all after all. They marry, have children of their own, and we step into the role of grandmothers.
Through it all, we will always be there. Motherhood has no finish line. The seemingly mundane days we share with our children now serve as the foundation for their future lives. The challenges we face today become the memories they cherish tomorrow.
Even after we are gone, our children will hold onto their memories of us, just as we cherish those of our own mothers. They will find solace in the thought that, even in spirit, we are their safe haven.
We are moms.
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