Outside of all the glamorous mommy blogs and instagram feeds of adorable, well-dressed kids and smiling babies, lies the real truth of motherhood (and boy is it an ugly one). Because what you see is not what you get when it comes to being a mom. Even now as I write this post I had to take a break to wipe up some mysterious sticky spots on my table that I kept getting stuck to.
This Mother’s Day, I wanted to share what may be obvious to some but hidden to others – being a mom is a lot of hard work and a photo can hardly ever capture all the work, sweat, tears, pee & poo (and sometimes blood if you are having a really bad day) that goes into being a good momma.
I wasn’t the girl who grew up dreaming of being a mom. Even though I myself grew up with an amazing mom, I just never saw myself as loving or kind enough to be one. I didn’t mind kids but I just didn’t know if I was good enough to be a mom.
Four years ago I was hospitalized for severe anemia which had resulted in my hemoglobin levels dropping to something comparable to a gun shot victim. Doctors told my husband and I that we wouldn’t be able to have kids for awhile but God had something else in store for us.
On 4.11.2011 Lily Elizabeth Larsen entered our worlds. She was perfect in every single way. For once in my life my fears and anxiety about being a mom disappeared. Lily was my teacher and I her pupil. Overtime I became the mom I had hoped I would be; selfless, loving, patient and kind.
For all the things I am teaching Lily on a day to day basis, the truth of the matter is she has and continues to teach me far more. Her enthusiasm reminds me to still get excited over the little things in life – like getting a letter or package in the mail. Her curiosity reminds me to keep learning and growing as an individual. Her love and kindness towards all people she meets teaches me to look for the good in others.
But with the good comes the bad. Now that Lily is three I deal with temper tantrums, listening issues, and just downright naughty behavior. There are days that I am exhausted and wish to escape to an island in the sun (and hopefully there would be a shower there). There are days that I wish bedtime would come sooner. There are days that perhaps we spend a little too much time watching tv so mom can get stuff done.
Luckily, the bad doesn’t outweigh the good. It doesn’t even come close. I am so grateful and honored to have her call me MOM. Three little letters, a whole ton of responsibility and a exciting world of possibilities.
Happy Mother’s Day!