To all of you mothers, this is why moms are heroes:
To you, perhaps the weary mother who wants to lock herself in the bedroom and have a good cry over the frustration of the day but can’t even pin down what exactly made it so frustrating. To you, the mother with munchkins who need an additional 4 hours in a 24 hour day. To you the mother, in whatever stage of motherhood you may be in who needs a reminder about what it is to be a mother. To you, the mother, who might question if all of this mothering stuff really does make a difference in their lives.
Well, it does. And here is a small reminder of why.
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You need to know, you are an amazing being. You get up before the birds and go to sleep well past the setting sun. Often, you stay awake through out the nights – Only half sleeping to listen for the cry of an infant or the pitter patter of a toddler’s feet who awoke with a bad dream or up waiting for the teenager to return home safely. You, even though you’re exhausted, wake each dau and put a smile on your face and look at those little ones who kept you up through the night and whisper to them I love you. It’s a love that isn’t dependent on sleep or looks or agendas. It’s a mother’s love.
You cook and bake and clean and do it all again. And again. And again. So often when there’s nothing in the fridge you can work your magic and pull a meal together that usually gets little compliments from those sitting around your table. But you have thick skin – often the meals are met with noses turned and eyes rolling and little ones telling you they really don’t like whatever you lovingly prepared. And then, dear mother, you start the battle of negotiation and bartering and set limits and hope that they eat at least two bites before they wash it down with the diluted half milk half chocolate milk mixture.
You are the chief problem solver. You can mediate any argument – whose turn it is to unload or load or if one kid is picking on the other too much. You have restrictions on name calling, yelling, fibbing, and teasing. You have mastered the art of counting to ten – in a row. You often know when to step back to let it go and climb the stairs and sit on the floor in the bathroom and count to one hundred and then come out with a improved disposition. And even if you don’t have you just push through. And sometimes, it means peanut butter & jelly or pancakes for dinner – and then your kids think you’re the coolest.
You budget for bills and drive all over town and clean. And laundry? You breathe it. Day in and day out and day in and day out and then repeat all over again just when you think it is all done. Those missing and long lost socks are no match for you the sorter, folder, and organizer. And even when you get behind and it sits in the laundry room, you still joke about the mountain of clothing even though really, really you wish for just one week where you didn’t have to fold all of those clothes. But, deep down, hidden in there, you know that this is fleeting – unbelievably fleeting – where the onesies, blankets, size 2T dress, soccer shorts, and leotards get to be in your wash. So you breathe deep and try to remember the importance and sweetness of these brief years while you fold the stack of wrinkled PJs.
You dear mother, are remarkable. So often you compare yourself to all others and then you measure yourself with a stick that is much too short. You’ll look at all they do and overlook the extraordinary things you do. No one knows your children the way you do – their habits, sense of humor, and how to finally get them to stay in bed. You know when to use selective hearing and keep on talking. You know them. You go to bed exhausted and wake up tired and yet you still give and do it the next day because you love the ones who call you mom.
You need a reminder today, a reminder of your greatness. And so today, to you the chief bill payer, problem solver, clothes folder, rocking chair rocker, temperature taker, night watchman till the teen gets home, boo boo kisser, sweeper, toy organizer for the tenth time in a day, listener, cab driver, chef, house cleaner, medicine giver, tamer of the laundry, repeated story reader, and giver of self you need to know that what you are doing today makes a huge difference.
Motherhood matters greatly. The little ones or middle ones or bigies in your home look at you. Their mom. They see the good – the way you give unselfishly, the sweet things you do, the meals you make – and they love you. You have earned that love. And sometimes, sometimes they forget to tell you. Sometimes they yell at you, disobey or say mean things like I hate you. Those things don’t define you. Instead of throwing in the towel you just keep going. You go through sleepless nights, tight budgets, cranky kids, stress about tomorrow, homework being completed, times of sickness, more sleepless nights, and all of the above plus more. Those tender hugs from years passed matter just as much today, as do those moments where you want to shout I quit but instead, keep going.
That is my definition of a hero.
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You are a hero.
Every single day. When you get up each day and love on those children and give of self. Don’t ever listen to the misconceptions of the world that tell you that you are only a good mom if you do x, y, and z. Motherhood isn’t defined by the number of craft projects completed, or clever facebook status updates, or perfect birthday cake you hand made, or the number that appears on the scale. Motherhood isn’t this scientific thing – it’s not judged by everything you accomplish, but rather is a beautiful example of giving selflessly and loving even when the reserve tank is on empty.
Your heart gives everyday.
So you, sweet mother, today I want you to progress through your day – no matter how your day is – and remember that you are making a difference. Those kids who seem forever young will grow. And you, you are the one blessed with today and the time to enjoy their journey of growing up with them. In all roller coaster of a ride, no matter what, you are their mother. And that is something to be absolutely proud of and celebrated today.
Grab your cape.
Superheroes need them.
Because that is exactly what you are.
Happy Mother’s Day.
I take no credit for the content of this blog which was so wonderfully written by Rachel Marie Martin. Verbiage is altered to avoid copying.