Being a Mom

About a month ago I was having one of "those" days.  One of those "mommy days" when you want to throw your hands in the air and give up.  One of those days when my mom or neighbor had one (who I called mom #2) they shouted, "Calgon, take me away!"  You know, the day when you just mopped the floor and your child dumps his sippy cup all over.  Or you've just put on a clean pair of jeans and he rubs his slimy graham cracker hands all over them.

What no one tells you before you have that beautiful precious baby is that it won't be all hugs and cuddles.  There will be days when you'll be half-way through your grocery shopping trip and your child will turn into Lucifer.  Ha.  There will be days where you'll yell, "Jesus, please help me!"  (Ok, maybe that's just me).  You'll hear people say that being a mom is the hardest job and well, they are right.  When I worked in the "real world" (although I'm not sure how real it is compared to picking up something off of the floor and putting it in your mouth only to realize it may not be the crunched Cheerio you thought it was), if my co-workers got a little too much to handle, I could go to my office or the bathroom and shut the door and enjoy 5 minutes of peace.  Oh no, not the mother of a toddler.  A few minutes of peace could mean your cell phone in the toilet or a finger caught in a drawer or door.

That's why I enjoy reading other blogs about motherhood.  Not only do they encourage me, but they help me to realize I am not alone.  The lady over at Little Brown House always gives me a good smile!  Here is a post she wrote a few weeks ago that put me into tears.  I recommend going to her blog when you have some time to read the whole story.

...I want to tell all of you who have small children at home

that it is worth it. It is worth everything. All of the times you are stuck at home

with a sick child who is throwing up on everything that moves. Those times when

you find half of the furnishings in your home have been decorated with

crayons, or chalk, or gum, or worse… The times when you have just

picked up the house,

done the laundry

cooked a meal,

cleaned the kitchen,

and put the kids to bed –

and you realize that you have to do all of it over again tomorrow.

It is so worth it.

And you will have plenty of time for yourself after they are grown.

I know it seems like forever, but it is really a blink of the eye..

I guess I am also writing to those of you who are Moms of older kids,

the kids who are able to feed, dress, and clean themselves,

but come full of opinions and demands and arguments.

The Moms that have their hearts broken when their child

lies to them, or disobeys, or is disrespectful to their face.

It really is all worth it.. really.

And when they are grown, and have families of their own,

You can’t imagine the joy that you will feel.

And I also want you to know that being a Mom

is the most important thing you can be.

and there is nothing that compares…

She is so right.  The rat race of every day is all worth it.  To walk in and see my little man's butt in the air as he sleeps up next to his bumper- worth it.  To have him wake up give me a hug when I pick him up- worth it.  When he sees I have ice cream and he starts smacking his lips together-worth it.  When he walks up behind the cat and lays his head on it's butt (giving it a hug haha) - worth it. 

More to come on motherhood later....