Oh goodness, if someone asked me two short years ago what motherhood was I would have probably just said, “Oh that’s just giving birth and taking care of a cute tiny human.” That is probably where I would have ended my answer too. Oh how naive I was. Motherhood is SO much more than giving birth. If you asked me that now, I can promise you my answer would be SOOO much different.
Motherhood is stinky, scary, messy, hilarious, irritating and challenging. Above everything else though, motherhood is rewarding. I know, I know you hear it all the time but hear me out for a second. When I say rewarding I don’t just mean you taught your child how to potty on the pot and you feel like supermom. Although, I am sure that is a pretty amazing feeling, trust me I am anxiously awaiting the last day I have to change a diaper. I am talking about the first time your daughter says mommy after eight-teen long months of hearing daddy a million times a day rewarding. Or that giant bear hug you get after going to get the mail and the tight squeeze only momma can give after a scraped knee or bumped head. It isn’t just the good stuff though. It’s the kind of rewarding after an entire year of your daughter spitting her food on the floor when she doesn’t like it and one day she spits it on her plate instead. I mean it still isn’t the best table etiquette but hey! we are making progress people! Progress!
When my journey through motherhood first started I honestly thought I had it all under control. My delivery went as planned, I had the most gorgeous baby sleeping on my chest in the birthing center bed. Life could not have gotten any better in those few moments and hours after I gave birth. Then motherhood hit me right over the head in the middle of the night three days later. I mean it came at me full force like the twister that picked up Dorothy’s house. I was an exhausted new mother who had a baby that wouldn’t stop crying nothing I did worked and nothing Abe did helped either. I swear he walked a two mile circle around our small two bedroom apartment that night. By night four we were in a hospital room and I was still an exhausted mother getting up every two hours to nurse my extremely jaundiced newborn baby. I felt so helpless in just three short days, motherhood went from this exciting new adventure to a mildly terrifying experience. We spent three days in the hospital. I prayed so much those few days that my baby would be okay and we could soon go home and everything would be fine and we could find out new normal as a family of three. While we did get to go home everything wasn’t exactly fine and our new normal wasn’t exactly what we thought it would be. I now had a baby who was colicky any nothing would calm her. Scarlett had a witching hour every night and would cry for the greater part of an hour every. single. night. I cannot tell you how rewarding it was when we finally found out what she wanted and how to calm her, but boy did it seem like a long road. A long road with a little sanity lost along the way by Abe and I both. I am almost certain the two year old stage takes the rest of that sanity away. HA!
Motherhood may not always be easy but that doesn’t make it any less rewarding. I have found that I feel the most rewarded as a mother on some of my worst days. I mean only my daughter will look at me with admiration even if I am wearing spaghetti from head to toe without a stitch of makeup on and deodorant that is now non existent. Only Scarlett can look at me like I’ve hung the moon and placed the stars after a stint in time out or a mom glare because she knows she isn’t allowed to feed the dog cookies. Scarlett is the only one who doesn’t care if I brush my teeth or if the last time I cut my toenails was two weeks ago or if we eat coco pebbles for dinner because I am too tired to cook. I am literally her whole world (Abe too) and I love every second of it. Scarlett is the most amazing, rambunctious, hilarious and stubborn little two year old out there. I am immensely grateful that the Lord has chosen me to be her momma. She makes my journey through motherhood even better than could have ever hoped. Motherhood is for sure the mother of all hoods! HAHA
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.