Encouraging Mamas

Being A Mom is Hard Work.

Being a Mom is Hard Work

The title says it all, doesn’t it? Being a mom is really hard work. I didn’t know that until I became one.

Sure, you hear stories of how difficult motherhood can be. The late nights, sleep deprivation, and poopy diapers. You really don’t even know until you’ve had it happen to you.

Last year, my baby girl had just arrived by Mother’s Day. I was so excited! I got to be a mother on Mother’s Day – I felt like part of the club. Looking back, I was such a new mom. Yes, I had been through childbirth and late nights and crazy night sweats trying to lose baby weight, but I had no idea what it was going to take to juggle a baby as she grew up, developed a personality, and started becoming mobile.

This year, I definitely feel more “mom” than ever before. The stressed evenings up trying to figure out how I’m going to keep balancing work and home life and mom life and wife life…it gets exhausting. I’m trying to do it all, and it’s impossible! I’m starting to realize just how significant Mother’s Day really is: for selfish reasons, I want at least one day a year of being spoiled and endlessly thanked for all I’ve done. I really do a lot! Who else is going to create a meal plan {that no one follows}, clean the house, put the baby to sleep & wake her up, feed the animals, let the dog out, manage a laundry schedule, and still work full time? {bragging moment over}

On a more serious note, this day causes me to reflect  on all that my mom did for us growing up. She worked full time throughout my entire childhood {and even now}! She had both my brother and I while she was in college, transitioned to student teaching after graduation, and continued teaching until she earned her Master’s Degree, while I was in high school, to be a Library Media Specialist. She made sure we had a solid education, and endlessly encouraged us to pursue a college degree – even if it was in trash truck driving. She knew the value of an education and made sure that we had every possible means available to attain it.

She taught us the value of money: how to save it, keep track of it, and make it count. We didn’t get brand new cars on our 16th birthdays. We got a car if we could pay for half of it, and if not – we waited until we could. That meant I paid for half of my 1988 Mustang and knew what it meant to be responsible for something I invested my own savings in.

She taught me to love reading, to embrace my creativity, that I was beautiful {despite my awkward 8th grade phase}, and to not bother with other people’s opinions. To this day, I can count on her to remind me of what’s really important: spending time with my family, embracing the moments we have now, and relying on God to supply us with what we need when we need it.

I am fortunate for so many things when it comes to my mom. I’m fortunate to have her around. I’m fortunate that she is a God-fearing woman that raised me in the Truth. I’m fortunate to have her as an example to look to –  as a mother, and as a confident, independent woman. I’m fortunate for all the lessons she has taught me.

If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t know how to fire back such witty responses to people who aggravate me. I wouldn’t know how to make the most of my small boobs, or how to drive down the road without going into a ditch.

The list goes on and on but one thing is for sure: without our moms, where would any of us be?

I love you mom! Thank you for everything you sacrificed, rearranged, pushed aside, and left for later because of me. I’m starting to understand just how much that all means.

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