This morning, I found myself with my arms stuck awkwardly overhead while attempting, and failing, to put on a sports bra. As usual, I was in a rush—always running late—and in the chaotic scramble to dress, I got tangled up. For a moment, I pondered whether an adult could give themselves nursemaid’s elbow. If anyone could, it’d definitely be me.
Just then, I heard the unmistakable wailing of a toddler in the hallway, followed by the excited yells of her older brother. “MOMMY? MOMMY? MOMMY!!!!!” Their voices were slightly muffled as my arms were pressed against my ears, but I could feel their presence closing in on me. The baby barged in, waddling toward the bathroom where my makeup lay scattered, while my three-year-old decided it was the perfect time to stand on my feet like a little penguin. I yanked the bra off and took a deep breath.
As I let out my breath, he poked me and asked, “Mommy? What are those things on your stomach?”
I replied, “Those are called breasts. NOW PLEASE GO PLAY SO I CAN GET DRESSED!”
I wrestled into my clothes, slathered some concealer on my face, and grumbled about how much quicker I could get ready if they would just find something else to do. But my words fell on tiny, oblivious ears. They didn’t want to play; they wanted to be in my space, watching, asking questions, and poking at my deodorant.
I’m currently navigating the chaotic world of motherhood where uninterrupted time is but a distant dream, and let me tell you, it’s tough. I can’t help but think that those who have come before me (ahem, the grandparents) might have conveniently forgotten the sheer struggle of it all, only remembering the sweet moments. Parenting little ones is so challenging that the difficulty seems to fade from memory later on.
Take a moment to let that sink in.
What I remind myself is that this phase is temporary. I often repeat, sometimes out loud, that this will not last forever. It’s hard to envision a future where I can dress myself without someone hovering nearby, but I know that day will come. Honestly, the thought of it makes today just a tad easier to bear.
There are times when my kids are breathtaking—wide-eyed, curious, and thrilled for a new day—and it almost hurts. Yet, there are also moments when I can’t see that beauty, especially when I have a sports bra tangled around my face. Ah, the joys of motherhood!
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In summary, parenting small children can be a chaotic whirlwind filled with challenges, but it’s also a fleeting season that brings moments of immense joy. While it can feel overwhelming, reminding yourself that this won’t last forever can help lighten the load.