We are the women with droopy eyelids, bustling households, and overflowing hearts. We are mothers.
This morning, when our little one left his beloved blanket in the car, we dashed out of work to deliver it. We’ve changed diapers, played taxi service, whipped up dinner, tidied up messes, given baths, read bedtime stories, and shooed away imaginary monsters. Not once today did anyone say, “Thank you.”
We may go unrecognized, but we’ll rise and tackle it all once again tomorrow. We are mothers.
Tonight’s dinner was a scene from a comedy. Our older kids whined about everything, bickered with one another, and turned up their noses at the meal we prepared. The toddlers? They were on a food-flinging spree, courtesy of a missed nap. Amid the chaos, we raised our voices, only to retreat to the bathroom for a good cry, feeling guilty for losing our cool—again.
We are exasperated, yet we forgive, and we are forgiven. We are mothers.
Today, we are utterly exhausted. Each step feels like a monumental effort until the kids finally drift off to sleep. Our minds race with an unending to-do list: clean up the dinner mess, empty the dishwasher, and do laundry because—surprise—no one has any clean clothes. Despite this mental load, we spent the last thirty minutes lying at the foot of our child’s bed, eyes closed while they sang themselves to sleep, needing our presence to chase away their fears.
We are overwhelmed, yet we always carve out time for our children. We are mothers.
Eventually, we stumble into bed, our bodies weary but our minds still buzzing. Once again, sleep eludes us as worries swirl. Are we too harsh? Not strict enough? Are we making the right choices?
We are filled with doubt, but our kids know we love them, which means we must be doing something right. We are mothers.
When we first learned we were expecting, we knew life was about to change drastically. We wondered how we would fit a baby into our already busy lives, not realizing that motherhood would entirely consume us.
Some days, we wake up wondering if this whirlwind will ever calm down, feeling like we can’t face another day. Other days, we gaze at our children with longing, cupping their tiny faces in our hands, begging them to stay in this moment forever. But we know they won’t.
Our precious little ones grow up too fast, learning to crawl, walk, and talk in the blink of an eye. They challenge us during the infamous toddler years, and then we fall for the curious preschoolers who ask questions at the most inconvenient times. Our school-age children keep us on our toes with homework and practices, and we beam with pride at the amazing individuals they are becoming.
As they enter their tween years, we begin to feel the distance grow, and our hearts feel a slight ache. They morph into teenagers, claiming their independence, convinced they have all the answers. Eventually, they return to us as young adults, realizing they didn’t have a clue after all. They marry, start families of their own, and we evolve into grandmothers.
Through it all, we will be there. Motherhood has no finish line. The days we spend with our children, no matter how trivial they seem, are the very foundation of their lives. The challenges we face today become the cherished memories of tomorrow.
Even after we are gone, our children will hold on to our memories, just as we continue to long for our own mothers. They will cling to every moment shared, finding solace in knowing, “These are my mother’s hands.”
We will always be our child’s safest haven. We are mothers.
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Summary:
Being a mother is a journey filled with endless challenges and joys, often going unrecognized but always deeply rewarding. From the daily chaos of family life to the emotional rollercoaster of watching our children grow, motherhood is a transformative experience. It shapes not only our lives but also the lives of our children, creating lasting memories and connections that endure beyond our time.