As a Stay at home/ Work at home mom, there isn’t much glamor in my life. Getting up in the morning, slapping my face with icy cold water in an attempt to wake myself up after this stupid time change. Yes, I said the S Word, STUPID! And I will say it again! Sometimes I find myself looking in the mirror, and sighing, as my four cats and toddler are circling me like a bunch of sharks, each wanting their fair share of attention. Picking up my little halfling and wandering (or stumbling depending on how tired I am) into the kitchen, occasionally dodging the landmine of hairballs left for me in the hallway. How do they always know which path I will take??
I praise the coffee gods every morning for this sweet, intoxicating liquid gold and pours out of my Keurig. I assemble breakfast for everyone (cats included), packing the hubby lunch, rinsing dishes, setting up playtime near my drafting board, and juggling work in between peek-a-boo and stacking blocks, only to be knocked over in a matter of seconds after releasing my hand from the last block. We giggle, we’re silly, he tackles me while I pretend to be utterly helpless. At some point, at least one- two cats come and sit on my face while I am being pinned to the ground. There is a lot of juggling taking place as I work at home. Here is a throwback picture of my doing the aforementioned juggling. It’s still the same, only now he’s a bit heavier, and squirms a bit more.
Nap time, glorious nap time! Any parent can relate to nap time,
need I say more??
After family dinner, the day ends with either hubby or myself putting our beloved son to bed and tidying up the house for it begin the next day again. These are the moments of my life. Like any parent, you give of yourself. Minute, by minute, until those hours add up to create a day which adds up to create a week, which adds up to create a month, which in turn adds up to create years that create life. A beautiful life filled with ordinary enough mom moments.
There is no supermom (or dad), that whole super parent who has everything together is just a fallacy. Parenthood is raw, emotional, and often messy. Especially in my case, having four cats added to the mix. There are real moms. Real, authentic moms who admit that they don’t have it all together but keep on fighting. Scared and tired moms who keep fighting. Moms who are overwhelmed by keeping up with a demanding life. Moms who swear, even though they wish they didn’t. Moms who leave the house only to discover that their shirt was inside out the entire time! Moms like you and me who sometimes feel lost in a world of outward accomplishments.
A mother is a person, a woman, just like you. A woman with little ones in her care that she loves more than she ever thought possible. Sometimes even wondering how there can be this much as they’re driving her batty, but still, she does. She fights, gives, prays, works, and doesn’t give up even when she wants to throw in the towel. Can you relate to any or all of these? I know I can.
In spite of all the negative and emotional feelings I may have at times, nothing compares to that sweet little boy who lights up when our eyes lock. Nothing can compare to that pure bliss as he comes running into my arms and I swoop him up. Spinning him around and around until I get dizzy, but continuing because his giggles are so precious I never want to hear them stop.
A very close friend told me that the years would pass away in the blink of an eye, but the days will sometimes drag on. After having experienced a full year (and then some), I can appreciate those words in a fuller way that I did when she first shared them with me. Even though my days are not glamours, and can at times feel as though they drag on, they are my days. and I love every moment of them.