That busy, scatter-brained, slightly frumpy person who knows where to find everything and how to soothe owies and hurt feelings… She didn’t start out that way, you know. She was made. She too, once believed she could avoid the mom-jeans and frizzy hair. That was before she realized well-fitting jeans come at a price that a family budget rarely can fit in. That was before she had a colicky baby who wouldn’t allow trips to the salon, and the salons, by the way, also came at a higher price than she remembered.
She used to be fit. Or at least, young and trim enough that she looked great anyways. But somehow, the years of sleep deprivation and the multiple small humans resting inside her belly wrecked that girlish figure. The chocolate eaten in hiding and the extra coffee to keep her awake Β after nights with 2 hours of sleep – they took the vibrance from her skin and the youthful glow from her face. Of course, her smile is bigger now, and her eyes beaming with love! (or is that exhaustion?)Β
She sometimes glances in a mirror (mostly to swipe on a dash of makeup, to try and makeup the years and aging), but mostly she avoids mirrors and photos – alarmed at the sight these produce. Instead, she snaps countless photos of her precious family, and tells her husband he looks great – because somehow the years look better on men than on women.
This mom-person was made by countless trips to the baby’s crib in the middle of the night. She was made with sticky jam kisses and screams of anger from the average toddler. From cleaning up puke for 3 nights in a row, although sometimes that odor made her puke, too. She was made in a thousand early mornings, cuddling a new baby – inhaling the fragrance that is better than any perfume. She was made in the laughter shared with teens and the tedious repetition of homework with a first-grader. Crumbs in the car and kitties at the back door. Town runs that include 3 kids under 3 years of age, with every other person looking sympathetically at her. She bites her tongue and smiles, while holding the toddler in one arm and steering the cart with the other hand. No one knows how the correct groceries get into the cart.
Yes, she sometimes sighs a tiny sigh over the complexion she once had, the exercise she can’t seem to fit in, and the books she had time to read in years past. But mostly she smiles. Her heart warms every time she looks at this tribe that she calls hers. She knows them inside out, and loves them with every fiber of her being. And the amazing thing is; they love her too! Even when they sometimes get mad at mom, or forget to leave a cookie for her, or wear her favorite boots to the barn – she knows that one day they will grow up and leave, but always and forever, they will call her: Mom.
Beautiful words!!!
Thank you Laurie!
Soooo precious! With 4 weeks to go, this is a great reality check for me. Thanks Kay! Love you and miss you a ton!
Can’t wait to see pics of that lil one! I miss you too. I want to hop on a plane and come see you. ( I can dream, right?)
Love this post, you always have wise words, friend.
You are beautiful, inside and out, and that’s a true statement. Being a mother is an overwhelming joy, and we all need a reminder from time to time that this is a beautiful thing, even in it glorious mess!
Thank you so much, Rachel! It is an overwhelming joy for sure – even when it’s an overwhelming mess. π
Ahh.. I needed to read this today. Thank you dear friend!
I wrote it to myself, haha! I need the reminder so often.
I loved this! Thank you!
Thanks, Sarah!
Love this! Love you too! You’re a great mom! π
Right back atcha! π
As a new mom I took your words to heart! The circles under my eye are large and my skin is dull. Suddenly I find myself in a brave new world and Iove it!
“a brave new world” <--exactly! π Thanks for stopping by.
Incredibly moving piece you wrote on how mom’s are made! I agree 100% and wouldn’t trade a second! My twin boys are grown and gone, but I know in my heart I will always love the sound of hearing them call me mom! Thank you for sharing and Hapoy Mothers Day! ?βΊοΈβ€οΈ