It’s another one of those days. The ones where I was up in the night with a child who is old enough not to be up. So I drag myself out of bed much later than intended and already the world seems a wreck and I wonder if it’s even worth trying.
I’ve been asking a lot of questions lately about where I fit. Motherhood has this ability to make you feel both indispensable (as in, would anyone in this house be able to find their shoes without me?) and useless. (They don’t listen, they constantly complain, and they tell me straight out they wish they were orphans). When the budget numbers won’t add up at the end of the month and the needs outstrip the resources, not even accounting for the wants; sometimes I wonder if this isn’t where I belong.
I gave up a job, rather than a career, because it seemed the easiest and best thing to do. In fact it was the dream, to be that stay at home mom. But now when there is more month than money I sometimes question my choice. She screams in my face about how she wishes she didn’t even have a mommy, when he flails and kicks and says I don’t love him and even the toddler gets in on the action. I wonder whether all these hours a day are worth it.
I could be being paid and potentially appreciated somewhere. Even if I didn’t love the work at least I’d have something to show for my days besides puffy eyes and weary shoulders. But I always come back to the same thing: I am needed. I realize needed isn’t the same as valued. I also know that children rarely value their parents but I’ve seen the pain it is to be without them, so I choose to believe that this is my place.
I would like to offer some kind of pithy encouragement that makes it all better for those mamas in the trenches like me, wondering if this has all been a terrible mistake. But all I have to offer is this.
This isn't a mistake. Your life isn't a mistake. Being mom to these kids, in this place at this time is what you were meant for. Click To TweetIt is paradoxical. We have these little creatures that we would die for but at the same time won’t share our secret dessert stash with. We want to give them the moon and yet, if I step on one more pile of toys I’ve asked them to clean up I may sell them to the zoo.
This is where I am. It is where I belong, even when I wish I didn’t. When I want to run, I can’t even comprehend where to go. Because for better or for worse, and mostly some of both; I’m their mother. At least for now, I’m the educator, dishwasher, laundress, house cleaner, sibling fight referee, boo boo kisser, and sometimes emotional punching bag. But it’s my place and I move forward in the belief that somehow all if this is preparing me for what is ahead, both the beautiful and the difficult.
Loved it. And you’re right, it is where you belong. In their lives as they inhabit your heart. And trust me, you will blink and they will be going out the door. But the good news is that they will come back with little replicas who can do no wrong…even it it’s the same thing that drives you nuts right now. Thanks for a reminder of what it was like when mine were little.
Yes, it’s definitely worth it. When your teen comes in at 11:00 PM grabs a cookie and a glass of milk, pours his heart out to you, and then thanks you for being there. The sacrifice is worth it. When they come and share with you the mistakes they see a friend making and then thank you for the boundaries that you set which they had fought against it is worth all of the past sacrifice, tears, and prayers. When you talk about going back to work so that you have the money to buy a house rather than rent and they discourage you from doing it saying that they like having you home to talk to. It’s definitely worth it. You will never regret these years as a SAHM. It will be worth every minute of your sweat, tears, prayers, and sacrifice. I can guarantee it!