Look up the definition of motherhood on Google images on you’ll either find inspiration or sarcasm, but mostly you find discouragement. Motherhood: shower, hair, and make-up in ten minutes (with an audience). Mother: one person who does the work of twenty – for free. Need I go on? But, why do we choose to become mothers? Maybe not everyone chose to become a mother like I did. I can respect that. But you chose to continue to walk in the path of motherhood. We all make choices. At any point, you can walk away. You shouldn’t (that’s neglect). But you could. Yet you stay. Why not just drop your off at a safe haven and walk away? What keeps you with your children? Certainly, it’s not just about the law.
I’ll admit that I want to throw my hands in the air and give up some days. My oldest son, Squeaker has autism and there are days his meltdowns come one right after another. On top of that, his little brother now antagonizes him. At nearly 4 years old, Big Guy he has learned the fine art of teasing and says things just to be contrary at just the right moment to create the perfect storm. In all fairness, both of my children come by their strong personalities honestly, though. To deny that they got their stubborn streak from me would mean lying to myself. It doesn’t mean that on those days that they argue over the most ridiculous things, it causes Squeaker to project objects across the room, and Big Guy to get all huffy–well, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to just go to my room, close the door, and wonder why I got myself into this whole thing in the first place.
Then again, I also recognize the beauty of motherhood, because if not for that, how the hell would I survive the tough days?
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There’s plenty in my life that keeps me here. I can recognize the wonderment and beauty of motherhood in my life. Here’s my top 10:
- Squeaker’s undying affection. I will never doubt he loves me because he gives me kisses all the time–his kisses may get a bit compulsive at times, but some kids don’t show any affection at all. I consider myself lucky.
- Big Guy’s hugs go full-throttle. That kid has some massive squeeze power in those little arms and sometimes he even leaps into my arms. That’s big love right there.
- The high fives and fist bumps with little hands and fists fill me with pride. I love it when my kids high-five and fist bump each other. Seeing them praise each other just makes my day. Maybe I’m not doing SUCH a bad job…
- Sometimes they fall asleep on me. My husband puts them in their rooms when they fall asleep on him. I let them sleep when they fall asleep on me. I’m not sure he understands it. There’s a sweetness about them when they sleep…something that reminds me of when I held them as babies. One day they’ll turn into teenagers and they won’t fall asleep on my lap anymore. Until then, I’ll relish these moments.
- The laughter of children becomes contagious. I’m not referring to the laughter from the backseat of the car when you’re trying to talk to someone on the phone and they just won’t quiet down. Although, if I’m honest, I really am referring to the same laughter. It’s just that it’s okay in one moment and not in the other. I’m just too stubborn to get off the phone and enjoy their moment with them all those other times. Really, if we think about it, they usually just want us to join in with them, don’t they?
- They take pride in helping still. If I need something simple, I can ask my kids to get it for me, and they’ll both go on a collision course for it at the same time. It causes many arguments in this house. “He won’t let me help!” I should probably celebrate that fact. They do not get paid any allowance for helping or get rewarded in any way for it except for praise and acknowledgement. In these instances, I come up with extra little chores for the one who lost the race to get the thing I needed to prevent meltdowns, but I feel good knowing that they want to help.
- Human experimentation is kind of cool. Think about it. I am watching two separate human beings that both came out of my body and they behave entirely unlike each other. Both come from the same mother and father, yet they grow and develop at entirely different rates and carry different strengths and weaknesses. What an interesting science experiment. Maybe it’s an expensive one, but fascinating! I can’t wait to see how they turn out!
- I get to watch Disney movies and no one criticizes me. People would laugh at me for watching Frozen or Toy Story or any of the other movies we watch with the kids, but we’re allowed to watch them because the kids watch them with us. We can watch any cartoon we won’t really. Any animated film, really. The Lego Movie, Big Hero 6, and Despicable Me 2 all get added to our list.
- Making silly faces. The kids love sticking their tongues out, stretching out their faces, and all of that stuff, so we have fun making silly faces sometimes. It really brightens up my day when we do kooky things like that. Big Guy really likes to ham it up the most, though. What a cheeser!
- “I love you, Mommy.” Those words come from tiny pre-pubescent voices really mean more to me than anything most days. Sometimes, I even get things like, “you’re the best mom EVER!” or “good job mommy! I like you!” Better yet, they sometimes say things like, “mommy? you’re my best friend…”
So, maybe the whole mom gig gets a bad rap. The beauty of motherhood can only be seen through your very own pair of mom glasses. Maybe it’s time to clean your glasses and take a fresh look around.
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What do you see?