We’re constantly moving. The house is usually a disaster. There’s always a diaper needing changed, a runny nose to wipe, a massive pile of toys to pick up off the floor. There’s a birthday party to attend, a swimming lesson coming up on Saturday, a pediatrician appointment on the calendar. We’re in a hurry, and we don’t even intend to be. Why can’t we just slow down and enjoy motherhood?
Why do we have to be rushing from one place to the next? Why do we feel the urge to vacuum the crumbs off of the living room floor before company comes over? Why do we worry about scheduling playdates, and constantly second guess ourselves about whether we are doing everything right? Why can’t we just slow down and enjoy motherhood?
We are thinking about which school district they will be in, and literally planning on where we will buy our home just so we can be in that location. We are freaking ourselves out that they might not be prepared for kindergarten. We worry ourselves about the fact that they might be behind, or if they are ahead, that they will be bored in school. We wonder if we will be that perfect mom who packs the perfect lunch, and attends all of the school functions. Why can’t we just slow down and enjoy motherhood?
We put the kids to bed, and instead of relaxing or doing something for ourselves, we clean the kitchen. We pick up the toys, put away laundry, and prepare for the next day. Oftentimes we find that we forgot to do something for ourselves that day, and we fall asleep with baby spit up, or snot on our tee shirt. On the days we actually had time to put on makeup, we usually fall asleep with it still on our faces. We drift off to sleep as soon as our head hits the pillow, and we wake up early and do it all over again. Why can’t we just slow down and enjoy motherhood?
I think I know why we can’t just slow down and enjoy motherhood…. It’s because we are AMAZING moms. We care SO much for our kids, that we are rushing around like chickens with our heads cut off most days. We are trying to make life perfect for them, when the truth is, it already is. They have a warm bed to sleep in. Their bellies are full when they go to bed at night. They feel safe and protected. They are extremley loved. We are KILLING it at being moms. We just don’t know it yet.
You are doing your best mama. You are appreciated, you are loved, and you are enough. Happy Mother’s Day!