
Motherhood is a mishmash of feelings. Ones of joy, of guilt, of confusion, and mostly love. It is an overwhelming position, this thing we call parenting. We are asked to put aside our daily desires and needs in order to care completely for someone else. It is demanding and never ending. And I'm only at the beginning....
I had hoped my years as a nurse would come in handy as a mother. I thought I can change a diaper and talk on the phone at the time...no problem. I have spent years without sleep working night shifts...I can handle this. Then reality hits. You read countless books and articles about everything you should be doing. You take advice from everyone, including strangers on the street. And still you second guess yourself. You look at your child everyday thinking, Am I doing this right? Am I going to screw things up forever? What if I get this wrong? How can I do this better? You could lose countless hours pondering all these thoughts.
Just when I'm at my wit's end, I reach back and remember the good always outweighs the bad. When I'm concerned over the baby weight I remember my friend who is struggling with infertility and am thankful I have baby weight. When I think of all the aches and pains, I remember my patients who suffer from such deep depression they feel nothing. And I am reminded everyday that motherhood is miracle. That is a blessing that children are made and somehow make it to this world. When I am completely frustrated, I remember my dear, dear friend who only got to hold her sweet baby after he had left this world and squeeze mine just a little tighter.
So maybe I will screw this up. Maybe my baby will never sleep through the night, who knows? The point is, we try. Mothers get up every morning and try. And trying is what counts.
So to all the mothers...you're wonderful. Keep trying...keep loving...keep going.


4 comments:
Beautiful, Lisa! Did you ever in your wildest dreams think you could love anything quite this much? It's pretty awsome.
Aunt Kris
My grandma (Howlett) used to say her kids were so fun she couldn't wait until they woke up in the morning. I totally get that now.
You actually made me cry...way to go. I understand absolutely EVERYTHING you wrote about!
I'm so happy for you, Lisa. I've always thought what an amazing mom you'd make.
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