Motherhood. When we’re enthusiastically expecting our first child, we’re undoubtedly not expecting motherhood.
Motherhood is exciting, joyful and ultimately the most rewarding role in a woman’s life. It’s certainly the most important. At the same time, it’s also the most demanding, challenging, stressful, anxiety inducing, frustrating, exhausting…
It is what it is.
When we learn to allow motherhood to be what it is, only then do we find the true wonder. Some of us get it right away, and some of us take a little longer.
We know some days will inevitably be sweeter than others. So we learn to be resourceful and creative. We adjust. And re-adjust. And still, sometimes we forget how to find the prize among the challenges.
Each morning when my 3-year old daughter wakes, she loudly summons me with “Mommy, come and get me!” The first few times she did this, I growled with irritation over her refusal to get up out of bed on her own.
Then it happened.
I walked through the bedroom door to be greeted by the most beautiful little girl I’d ever seen. Arms stretched open wide to hug my neck. A sincerely spoken “Good morning, mommy!” welcomed me and was accompanied by an equally beautiful smile.
This is now our daily routine. It’s my prize. Whatever I’m doing at that time isn’t important. I won’t dare miss out on that sweet moment. I won’t even share it with my husband. I think he gets it. This is my strength later in the day when chaos and tantrums threaten the balance of motherhood, and my sanity.
Motherhood. It’s not what we expect. It’s our toughest job. It’s our greatest accomplishment. And it’s so much more than we can dream. Even on the not so sweet days.