Saturday, May 11, 2013

On Motherhood: A Typical Day

I've only been a mother for about nine months, longer if you count those days I was pregnant, or my big sister mothering, or my nanny mothering. But I've been a mom in the traditional sense for about nine months, and I've learned a few things in that time.

I've learned that everyday mothering, especially this full-time gig that I've got, is a lot of mundane and never ending tasks. It is dishes in the sink and ants on the counters and toys on the floor and cheerios in the high chair and spit up on the couch and pee on the sheets and laundry in the washer and vinegar in the bucket and oatmeal. all. over. It is screams during diapers changes and fights at bed time and protests in the car and fussing in the grocery store. It is midnight wakings and not enough sleep and up with the sun and somedays down with it too. It is loneliness and frustration and exhaustion. It is all these things and more. Really and truly. But it is also other things, too.

It is first smiles and first teeth and goofy sounds and crazy faces. It is open-mouthed kisses and books before bed and drifting off in my arms. It is grins upon waking and excitement at lunch time and the joys and preferences and ticks and personality of a person developing before my eyes.

It is beauty and disaster all in one day. All in one hour. All in one moment.


And it is the snippets of joy in the mess that keep me loving it, keep me waking up wanting more, keep me choosing to be here day after day. At least, that's what motherhood is in the nine short months I've been doing it so far. Tedious and delightful.

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  1. You made me cry, my daughter. That was beautiful, honest and so true.
    It's funny how I find myself spending my time doing just what my daughter is doing hours before her first Mother's Day.

    So proud of the Momma that you are. Ollie is a lucky cub to have a Momma bear like you. Have a wonderful first Mother's Day, Love. I will talk to you tomorrow.

    Love you sooooo much,

    Momma

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  2. Oh, yes, it remains all of this, developing into so many various "others," but it is always this. The magic of watching a person develop a little more each day, that is it.

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    1. Thanks, Ashleigh. : ) So glad to know the magic keeps coming.

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  3. Loved this great mixture of honesty and joy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. :)

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  4. Love this, it is so true. Ants, food messes, diaper messes, crankiness, and joy....just real and developing. Learning about our wee ones is definitely a study of some sort. I'm just getting where we can go places (like everything even the grocery store is 35-40 minutes away) and actually enjoy it together. I remember crying about this one night after baby had a breakdown in the grocery. Life is real; and there are seasons, enjoy the beautiful, be thankful for the lessons, and be honest in the difficulty. Thanks for this post!

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    1. Thanks for visiting, Lisa! As someone, who once lived in rural South Dakota, I can't imagine what that life would be like with a baby. I love that you're doing it though and I bet your little one will just have some of the best adventures ever out there!

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