Today is Mother’s Day. Most days, I am overwhelmed by poopy
diapers and cleaning up toys and fitting in chores between caring for two
little ones. But, today I am overwhelmed by gratitude. A mother gives birth to
a child, but not all mothers get to actually mother. Some mothers lose their babies, some mothers are separated
from their children, and some mothers choose to let others mother.
So, my individuality is languishing. My hobbies consist of
watching TV while I do a chore and falling asleep on the couch while I watch
TV. Gone is reading, gardening, cooking, and spending time with friends; those
all take time and energy I don’t have. My world’s axis is my children; nearly
everything I do in a day revolves around them. But, this is such a fleeting
phase in life. It’s a shame you’re too tired to really appreciate all the
miracles that happen everyday.
When my children were in the hospital, I lamented that the
care I gave them was a fraction of their day; it was the nurses mothering my
babies. So, today when I’m up to my elbows in poop—maybe literally?—I choose to
be grateful for the mundane. We often take for granted what we’ve come to
expect. Three years ago, I was a different person, but now? Now, I just can’t
believe my good fortune because I have two kids waking me up at night, and even
though I’m exhausted, I’m thrilled to be doing their mothering. I’ll cling to
that thought at the next 3 am feeding!
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