Sunday, December 20, 2015

Look.



Motherhood can be incredibly thankless at times. It's messy, exhausting, and never ending. It's beautiful. It is the most important thing I will ever do.

But it's the hardest.

Sometimes as a mother I want to beat on my chest and scream: LOOK!

LOOK at what I do. Look at the hours of sleep lost, look at the laundry, the dishes, the floors. Look at what I've done!

Look at those perfect little hoodlums. I bathed them. I fed them. I read 5 million books, broke up another 2 million fights. I listened. I patted. I rocked. 

I was frustrated.
I was overwhelmed.

I sacrificed.

And then the human in me begins that beating again. Look. Look at what I have done.

Except a sacrifice is inherently selfless. And my need for recognition negates the purpose of all my giving.

I give because they make me a better person every single day. I give for the moments my child grabs my face in her hands, rests her cheek to mine, and giggles. I give for the quiet sighs. I give for baby snuggles. I give for when Meara whispers in my ear "you're my best friend mom." I give for 30 perfect fingers and toes. I give for garbeled secrets and happy shrieks.

I am certainly not here to say we do not deserve recognition. We have the best work. We have the hardest work. It should be valued.

But this is for any other mommas who may be beating on their chests sometimes too.

I see you.
I know your quiet sacrifices.
They matter.
And they're worth it.


Love and light from another momma in the struggle ♡