Mother’s Day. My 12 month old proudly presented me with a card. He’d already bought me perfume and a travel mug for my much needed morning commute coffee. I know, 12 months old and already a fantastic gift giver…I wonder how he knew what to buy??
All day, as I did my usual cooking, cleaning, running after, comforting, and temper tantrum deterring, I couldn’t help but think about how hard being a mom is. I mean- it’s HARD. Yes, it’s worth it and I wouldn’t give it up for anything, but it is HARD.
There are not enough hours in the day to complete all the tasks that have to be done, let alone the things you want to get done. You never have enough hands, or eyes, or toys. You are constantly creating fun games (“Who Can Nap The Longest?”), interesting songs (“It’s time to tidy up, it’s fun to tidy up…”), or crafty ways to sneak veggies into cheese sauce. The hugs and kisses you give out in one day can’t be numbered or overemphasized. You willingly exude so much love there is often nothing left for you in those few peaceful moments you manage to squeeze out of a day.
I never took motherhood seriously until I had The Boy. I laughed at the word “Supermom” and wondered how cooking Kraft Dinner and sitting on the bench at the park could be so hard. However, I’ve had 12 months to realize that motherhood is the hardest job a woman will ever take on. Rewarding? Yes. But oh so hard.
So to all you moms out there- this new mom BOWS TO YOU. You are not (& never will be) thanked enough for all you do, but you do it anyway. As I muddle my way through this adventure, I can’t tell you how much I respect you moms who have been doing it for years and make it look easy…you are the really are my heroes.