How can getting out the door in one piece, fully dressed, with both shoes
on, be soooo difficult some days? Those of you who are moms know exactly what I’m talking about.
I don’t know about you, but when I was younger, and looked all dreamy-eyed into my white picket fenced future, I never imagined how crazy being a mom would make me. I dreamt of holding this sweet smelling bundle of joy, overflowing with giggles and coos, surrounded by rainbows and butterflies. I had NO CLUE that I would be on the verge of losing my sanity more days than not. I never gave a second thought on how hard it would be to even get a little privacy using the restroom. I mean seriously? Can I not even get 90 seconds to pee in silence and solitude without hearing a rap on the door?
Don’t get me wrong. I love being a mom. Most days. And then there are a lot of days I wonder how I’ll make it to the next. And I think this feeling is, well…all kinds of normal. The whole ‘rainbows and butterflies’ thing? That was my childhood perception of being a Mom. In my opinion, any mom that professes she loves every moment of motherhood – well I hate to say it, but she’s lying. Or at least in denial. Nobody loves anything 100 % of the time.
That being said, I can’t imagine my life without motherhood as a part of it. Insanity and all. What I find incredibly intriguing is that both the best AND the worst of me comes out as a mother. I am always trying to be a better mom, but I am never trying to be a perfect mom. And there is a difference.
Every moment that I feel crazed and coming apart at the seams, I try to pause and remember that this too shall pass. Then I try to tell myself that if motherhood is full of rainbows and butterflies, I would be bored.
And then what excuse would I have to pour myself another glass of wine?
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