It’s tough being a mum. It just is.
You’re never done for the day. Sometimes its after 11 pm before your active little girl finally relinquishes to sleep, causing you to re-think the whole afternoon nap time. But you crave that quiet so it’s always a toss up.
And then you hear your littlest one making noises at just after seven, when you’ve been padding around the house for ten minutes in your sock feet. Stealth skills as you turn on a lamp and sit and soak up the quiet for just a few minutes.
She goes back to sleep.
We are our own toughest critics, you and I. We know when we lose it, we know the desperation we feel sometimes at all the questions that come hurtling at us. Why won’t they sleep? Why won’t they eat? Should we vaccinate? How much screen time is too much? What about school? Are they being normal, active children or am I just over-reacting to another’s doubts?
I hide sometimes, burying my face in a clean, fresh from the dryer blanket. I’m just outside their door, it’s almost naptime but I don’t want to interrupt the magic of an older sister reading to her younger sister.
The floor needs sweeping again. The laundry is dirty and I’m not quite sure what to make for supper.
I knock on the door, their little voices beckon me in and their faces are smiling. I don’t rush them off to naps, I smile back and read a story with them. I smooth the sheets, get their favorite blankets and position the pillows.
All these things a mum just knows.
We’re part psychologist, occupational therapist, storyteller, and magician. We’re stretched thin and tired yet we mother on. We kiss another owie, understand that the baby doll needs blankets too, we fill the bottle and close the door.
We pour hot coffee and then re-heat it, an hour later. We don’t always get a nap and we learn to rock our own style. We choose which hills to die on and what situations to just laugh at. We snuggle our children and fix a snack and soothe all the ruffled tempers.
We don’t always feel awesome. We see the pins and the blog posts and the status updates and the pictures and think that’s them all the time. We think we’re the only ones with a tantrum-throwing child and the oatmeal in the hair-clothes-floor-wall child.
We hear the word brave and think big.world.changing. deeds but really one of the bravest things we do each day is step out of bed and love our little people. We are their world and we teach them how to love and share and be clean and that is world-changing.
It’s tough being a mum, I know. And sometimes we get so obsessed with plastic or stainless steel, organic or mainstream, homemade or storebought, breast or bottle (and the list is endless), that we forget to tell each other that we are awesome.
You are awesome. You are brave. You are your children’s best mum.