Okay, this week has already been rough. I’m dealing with a teething toddler who decided this was the week for the first molar to poke through. On top of that, we are traveling all this week seeing my husband’s family (literally in the coldest state of America). My son has the hardest time adjusting. He won’t let mommy out of his sight. Moms, I can’t even shower without a little head peaking through the curtain and dropping random objects in the tub. Oh and remember when I said my son pretty much taught himself how to sleep through the night (check out that post here, super impressive!), well all those wonderful sleeping habits are completely gone now! And I tell you what, I am one exhausted, frustrated, annoyed, and worn out momma. Last night was the third night in a row where I gave up and gave in to having him sleep in the bed with me.
There are a lot of things I’m already faced with. We are in the process of finding a new place, relocating, and welcoming a new baby in just a number of months from now. I think all of this upcoming change is starting to hit me that a lot of things are just about to change and I’m not sure I can handle all of it. And so that is why last night and the night before last, I gave up and brought my son to bed with me.
This is definitely not the kind of post I had in mind. In fact, I got my computer out this morning with the intentions of writing up something positive, happy, encouraging, and maybe even humorous because what kind of mom doesn’t need a bit of humor every single day? But mamas, life isn’t always uphill climbs, rainbows, unicorns, and daisies.
Sometimes it downright sucks.
Why is motherhood hard?
- Sacrifices are real
- Sleep is overrated
- Freedom isn’t even a thing
- Two seconds alone never happens
- Change always happens
- Toddlers are exhausting
- Very few understand
And so this week I’m reminded again and again that life is sticky. Life is unpredictable. Life is messy. Life is hard. Motherhood is hard! But even in all the messes and uncertainties, I have little chubby cheeks to kiss, sticky chins to wipe, and an active baby kicking and rolling around inside my tummy.
God is good. I can never forget that. Because a moms job is the hardest, most sacrificing, and the one role that cannot be replaced. Moms are freaking rockstars!