On the eve of my second Mother’s Day, I come to you from the couch in my living room. The living room that has still not been put back together since we moved it around for Hazel’s first birthday party. The birthday party whose decorations are still hanging proudly. I tell you that because that is part of my motherhood. I don’t always feel like a mother. I have been a mom for over a year – a year and nine months if you count pregnancy – but somehow I still don’t believe that’s my title, but lately it has been sinking in more and more and I am loving it. Last weekend was probably one of the best ones I have had where I could honestly look at myself in the mirror and say, “You’ve got this mom thing and you’re doing great!”
Affirming my mom status within myself is such a huge thing and it has taken a while to get there. I have had to understand and accept that my motherhood is my own and it doesn’t look like anyone else’s. It is so easy for me to play the comparison game with the other mom’s in my life or the mom’s on my screen, but I have started to tell myself no and anytime those thoughts creep in, I turn my phone off or I remind myself of all I have accomplished as a mother.. and a wife… and just a person.
My motherhood looks like 8am breakfasts of waffles from a box. My motherhood looks like racing the dog to see who can get to the rejected food first. My motherhood looks like singing a silly song to get the hands and mouth clean after a meal. My motherhood looks like my one year old joining me on a work video call. My motherhood looks like watching a big toothy grin swing back and forth in our backyard. My motherhood looks like cleaning up a room only to have the toys back on the floor in a matter of seconds. My motherhood looks like reading a book backwards, because that is the way my kiddo is turning the pages. My motherhood looks like month long birthday decorations. My motherhood looks like 40 work hours a week. My motherhood looks like facetiming with my mom every day. My motherhood looks like three day old hair. My motherhood looks like wobbly legs and accomplished smiles. My motherhood is that and more!
So from one mom to another on this Mother’s Day: You’ve got this mom thing and you’re doing great! ❤