Being a mother changes everything. Whether you’re a birth mom, step-mom, mother-in-law, or a mother-like figure to someone; it doesn’t matter. You’ve affected a life, and been affected by another life. And you’ll never be the same. Despite what you may feel about Mother’s Day, I would hope today that you’re celebrated for embodying what Motherhood is…
Motherhood is giving away your last bite of food. Even when it happens to be your most favorite food ever, you will give the last bit to your child if they want it. You can’t help yourself.
Being a mother means sleepless nights and endless days. Motherhood is sleep deprivation at its finest. It starts from conception and never quite stops.
Motherhood is concerning yourself with the bowel habits of another person. You never knew you’d care so much about another person’s poop.
Being a mother means standing in a dark room and listening intently to make sure your child is breathing. It’s watching the rise and fall of a little chest. It’s returning multiple times in one night with this purpose in mind.
Motherhood is picking hair-bows that match shirts and color-coordinate with socks.
Motherhood is a shifting of priorities. Time alone takes a back seat to Barbies. Time spent reading a novel, shopping for fun, or taking a hot, bubble bath is put on a shelf in favor of cartoons, coloring, and running through a sprinkler. And you discover that’s just fine with you.
Motherhood is putting your hair up hastily in a tangled pony tail, but spending half an hour braiding or curling a little girl’s tresses.
Being a mother you find yourself worried about all sorts of possible events. Slips, trips, falls, breaks, choking, sickness, or even getting lost. It’s enough to drive a sane woman crazy. But somehow you maintain.
Being a mother means contemplating murder when/if someone hurts your child. It doesn’t matter if it was intentional or not. That point just helps seal the decision if hiding a body will be necessary or not.
Motherhood is learning the finer points of kid cuisine according to their limited preferences. It’s learning to make chicken nuggets, hotdogs, and macaroni and cheese. Daily.
Motherhood is thinking knowing you have the most beautiful/handsome child that has ever been.
Motherhood is watching “Frozen” over “Bad Grandpa.”
It’s all about using phrases like, “because I said so” or “do what I say not what I do.”
Or saying “just wait until your father gets home!”
And most likely, “I will turn this car around! Don’t try me!”
Motherhood is food-stained shirts, yoga pants, and comfy shoes.
Motherhood is doing things you never thought you could do, like cleaning vomit out of someone’s hair. Or it’s doing thinks you never thought you could love, like cheering ferociously at never ending little league games.
Motherhood is being a taxi driver, maid, chef, nurse, teacher, counselor, and body guard all wrapped into one.
Being a mom means the word “mine” doesn’t exist anymore. No more my bed, my drink, my jewelry, my clothes, my time, or my anything for that matter.
Motherhood is always desiring to be right, but usually feeling like you’re always wrong.
Motherhood is being able to make booboo’s disappear with a magical kiss.
It’s having eyes in the back of your head.
Or detecting a lie better than the FBI.
Motherhood is loving someone more than yourself. More than the air you breathe.
It’s realizing that your Mom was right all along.
Motherhood is the toughest job you’ll ever love. You’re never off duty, but you get paid in kisses, and that’s pretty sweet.
ruthiespage says
Amen 😉
brieann.rn@gmail.com says
Thanks!
Denise says
I absolutely love being a mom to my four children and wouldn’t change it for the world. My kids are my heart and soul and my greatest affirmation of God’s love and blessings in my life. Being a mom is the greatest privilege and “job” one can have.
brieann.rn@gmail.com says
Yes it is! Thank you for commenting.