Fourteen years ago, when our first daughter was born, I was pumped for motherhood. I envisioned myself as the ultimate mom, standing triumphantly atop the mountain of parenthood, planting my victory flag and basking in unending happiness. Just as soon as my little cherub mastered the art of sleeping through the night.
At that time, everything about being a mom felt wonderful, except for the relentless sleep deprivation that had me questioning my sanity. Our darling baby was simply not a fan of nighttime slumber. I figured once she started sleeping longer stretches, motherhood would be a breeze.
Sure enough, she did sleep eventually—but then she discovered crawling, walking, and the fascinating world of floor debris. While our nights improved, our days became a delightful yet chaotic whirlwind. I held onto the belief that motherhood would become smoother once we survived the toddler years, once I didn’t feel like a hawk watching her every move, and once she could express herself clearly.
We reached that point, but then came the rollercoaster of potty training. “No problem,” I told myself. “Once she’s potty trained, I’ll be golden.” Then came baby number two, followed by baby number three. It seemed like a never-ending cycle of fresh challenges, but I kept looking for those elusive “once” moments.
- Once I’m not pregnant with a preschooler.
- Once I’m done nursing.
- Once I say goodbye to diapers.
- Once we conquer the Terrible Threes.
- Once they can verbalize their feelings.
- Once they can tidy up after themselves.
- Once they can face their fears of the dark.
- Once they can dress themselves.
- Once they can whip up their own meals.
- Once we hit the milestone of ______, THEN motherhood will be a breeze.
I realize now that I was a bit naive, but what can I say? I’m an idealist at heart. I was on a long journey searching for my perfect version of motherhood, waiting for that magical time when all the struggles of child-rearing would just vanish and life would flow smoothly.
After fourteen years of parenting, I’ve learned a crucial lesson—possibly the most vital one for moms: it never really gets easier; it just transforms into new challenges. There is no ultimate prize in motherhood.
People often liken motherhood to climbing a mountain, but to me, it feels more like traversing a mountain range. There are highs and lows, peaks and valleys. If you expect to reach a finish line every time you scale a peak, you’re in for a letdown—there’s always another summit ahead, often steeper than the last. It can be disheartening, exhausting, and sometimes utterly overwhelming.
However, when you finally reach a peak, you gain a clear perspective on where you’ve been and where you’re headed. You can see the mountains you’ve conquered and the hills still waiting for you. Once you recognize that motherhood is a journey and not a destination, you start to find joy in the little moments along the way. The trick is to pause at those high points and appreciate the beauty around you before setting your sights on the next climb. Embrace those fleeting happy moments because they are the true treasures of motherhood.
These days, I still have my victory flag, but now I understand it belongs with me rather than on a distant peak. Triumph isn’t a final destination; it’s something we carry with us through motherhood, one beautiful moment at a time. Initially, we might be searching for the grail, but we eventually realize it’s been in our grasp all along.
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Summary:
Motherhood is a journey filled with challenges that evolve rather than diminish over time. Although the quest for a perfect experience can feel daunting, the true treasures lie in the fleeting moments of joy we encounter along the way. Recognizing that triumph is part of the journey helps us appreciate the beauty of motherhood in all its forms.