As a physician, I’ve always preferred late nights to early mornings. My routine typically involved sleeping in and savoring leisurely mornings. However, the realities of motherhood have quickly shifted my internal clock. While there are rare days when my baby sleeps until 7 a.m., most mornings find her awake between 5 and 6 a.m. And then there are those 4 a.m. wake-up calls, where all I want is to bury myself under the covers and wish the world away.
I crave the luxury of sleeping until 9 or even 10. I want to wake up without the immediate pressure of preparing breakfast for a little one who may toss half of it onto the floor. I dream of enjoying a meal without a child perched on my lap, tugging at my hair and reaching for my food. I long for a long, peaceful shower without the sounds of a toddler’s cries echoing through the house.
I miss the simple pleasure of brushing my hair without a small child pulling at my legs for attention. I want to apply my makeup without interruptions from tiny hands eager to play with my brushes. I yearn to wear nice clothes without the constant risk of being stained by food, boogers, or other messes. I wish I could jump in my car, crank up the music, and drive without a care in the world.
Shopping trips have become a logistical exercise in ensuring I have enough snacks and songs to keep my little one entertained until we reach the checkout. I’d love to lie down for a nap without the nagging guilt of unfinished chores or responsibilities looming over me. I wish my floors could stay clean for more than a few minutes. I want to watch something other than Peppa Pig or Frozen for the umpteenth time.
At night, I’d like to crawl into bed free from the fear of being roused by a toddler needing comfort, just wanting a cuddle. I dream of a day without constantly worrying about the health and happiness of a child who means everything to me.
But then I remember. I cherish the sweet sound of my daughter’s voice calling for me throughout the day. I adore the sparkle in her eyes when she spots a “big truck” or conquers the slide all by herself. I see that the crumbs on the floor are reminders of family meals and shared experiences. The crayon art on my walls signifies a child’s creativity and imagination.
I remind myself that spilled milk isn’t worth the stress, and every cup can be filled again. I acknowledge that long, uninterrupted showers are a luxury I can survive without. I realize that shopping ventures wouldn’t be half as enjoyable without my little companion, and I’d gladly spend my extra money to see her smile.
Peppa Pig has become an acceptable soundtrack to my life, and I now find joy in Frozen. I go to bed feeling grateful for a home and, more importantly, for a family that loves me as much as I love them. I understand that hiding under the covers would mean missing out on life’s most precious gifts.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with challenges and rewards. The daily struggles are often overshadowed by the joys and loves that come with raising a child. Embracing these moments makes the journey worthwhile.