Being a mom is the hardest job in the world. Its a cliche for a reason, because it's true. It starts with the pregnancy that turns your body upside down, affects your body image, instant worry about the health of your baby sets in, endless doctors appointments then a painful delivery, diapers (the baby's and yours), breastfeeding, sleepless nights, weight gain, weight loss, a new routine, no routine, maternity leave, career changes,working mom guilt, stay at home mom guilt etc etc
You get through the baby years, toddler years, young child years, you develop strategies, a system, you’ve got this and then…..puberty hits. I’m on my fourth run with puberty…not fun but this too shall pass.
Finally your kids become adults and that's when the real worry begins. Another cliche for you. Small kids small problems, big kids big problems really resonates with me and every mom of teens and adults I know.
Worrying about their sleep habits, nutrition, break ups, driving, nights out, and overall future etc etc
All this and still being a mom is the most purposeful meaningful joyful thing I have ever done.
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Mothers day is a day I have come to look forward to. My boys are 22,21,17 and 14. We have a close relationship but young men are not exactly the best communicators. I am always pleasantly surprised at how thoughtful and appreciative my boys are when they are pressured to express it on mothers day. Highlights include thoughtful cards, original art (drawn with a left hand because the right is in a cast l), gifts that show how well they know me as a person. It really confirms I am raising amazing men who will be wonderful partners and fathers someday. Now back to worrying about their messy rooms 😉