Sometimes you read something that not only speaks to your heart but is as if someone else was actually listening to your heart speak. I know that I regularly post about motherhood its ups, downs and everywhere in between! But I read an article from another blogger this week that must be shared. Here is just one excerpt that really spoke to me but please, please click on the link and read the entire piece.
“My point is this. I used to worry that not only was I failing to do a good enough job at parenting, but that I wasn’t enjoying it enough. Double failure. I felt guilty because I wasn’t in parental ecstasy every hour of every day and I wasn’t MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY MOMENT like the mamas in the parenting magazines seemed to be doing. I felt guilty because honestly, I was tired and cranky and ready for the day to be over quite often. And because I knew that one day, I’d wake up and the kids would be gone, and I’d be the old lady in the grocery store with my hand over my heart. Would I be able to say I enjoyed every moment? No.
“It’s helluva hard, isn’t it? You’re a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She’s my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime.”And hopefully, every once in a while, I’ll add– “Let me pick up that grocery bill for ya, sister. Go put those kids in the van and pull on up- I’ll have them bring your groceries out.”
So Carpe Diem what ever minutes of the day you can but know that you are not alone.
I now am going to have a dance party with my girls, tell Ava to keep my kisses, nurse Ella off to nap and kiss her peacefully sleeping cheek and for an hour not worry about the thousands of things on my to do list! And later… after I have cleaned the kitchen for the 500th time this week, Ava is having her afternoon no nap meltdown and Ella is pawing at me for more milk I will most likely be counting the minutes to daddy’s arrival and praying for bedtime. Such is the perfectly exhausting job of motherhood.