Sometimes, all I crave is a moment to breathe. At this very instant, my toddler is wailing from her crib while my middle child is behind me, having a blast with a roll of duct tape, making that incessant “riiiiiiip” sound. It’s clearly nap time.
I’ve spent countless months searching for that elusive breath. I can feel my spirit sinking as I wade through the challenging aspects of motherhood, digging deep for just a smidge more patience and strength to get through each day. I’m not asking for much, just enough to manage what’s unfolding right in front of me.
I’m drained, emotionally spent, and often find myself questioning when this chaotic phase will end. Surely, somewhere in the future, I will have an opportunity to catch my breath before the tumultuous teenage years set in. Right? It can’t possibly remain this demanding forever.
Then, clarity struck me. This is the pattern—months of struggle followed by a sudden realization. If my life had a working title, it would be “I Had Another Epiphany, and Everyone Rolled Their Eyes.”
While cleaning up after another mishap with my daughter, it dawned on me that the chance to nurture others is a sacred privilege. Caring for them—cleaning, feeding, and watching over them—it’s all part of raising them. The way their cries soften at the sound of your voice, the endless smiles, and the requests for bedtime songs when you’re utterly exhausted and would rather retreat to solitude. Yet, witnessing those little bodies ease as you yield and sing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” for the umpteenth time, only to repeat the process in another room… THAT is a profoundly sacred experience.
That experience is what fuels my perseverance. Parenting is undeniably tough. It requires relentless effort, but it is also holy work, transcending any specific belief system. Guiding children into adulthood is the most significant and serious undertaking of my life. I’ve encountered people who dismiss my joy in motherhood, suggesting I must be a miserable person if it’s the best thing I’ve done.
To that, I say: not a chance. It is, without a doubt, the most fulfilling thing I have ever done. If I can shepherd these kids into adulthood as kind, constructive members of society, then that will be the crowning achievement of my life.
The exhaustion I feel has meaning—just like yours does. That’s all I need to remind myself of today.
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In summary, motherhood is a sacred journey filled with challenges and profound rewards. It draws on every ounce of strength we possess, yet it offers the most significant sense of purpose we may ever experience.
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