No one ever told me that after becoming a mother I’d have multiple occasions where I felt like i was having a heart attack. After picking all the blocks up off the ground, vacuuming the goldfish off the floor, and obeying the demands for more juice. At this point in time I’m just managing to keep my sanity. As I’m on my way back from getting juice, I walk into my pint sized human standing on the coffee table doing “jumps” onto the couch. I cringe in fear of him slipping and hurting himself. I kindly ask him to sit down and get off the table. I tell him, “stay right there don’t you dare jump.” With an almost evil smirk on his face he jumps, of course. Now I’m faced with being mad and being thankful he landed perfectly on the couch. But before I can even think of putting him in time out. He runs over to me all smiles saying, “mama jumps” and giggles. Being the mother of a little boy has taught me so much, especially how to be tough. I mean you have to be tough, you have to be from dinosaurs to superheroes.
Being a mother isn’t easy actually it can be physically and mentally draining. I can’t be the only mom who has a toddler who has an absolute meltdown in the middle of a public place. It’s like no matter how much you beg and plead for them to calm down their tiny little voice just escalates. Or having to chase them down just to put their socks on, and have them throw a tantrum the whole time. My son’s favorite word I swear is “no” next to that it’s “mama”. Even after my husband comes home from work, after I have been up with my son from 8:30 am until 6 pm. He will still demand mama. We have had breakfast, an episode of sesame street, played cars, ran around the house, had lunch, played animals, and attempted to fold laundry. (I’m not sure about any other mamas but it is impossible to fold laundry with my son, apparently he believes freshly folded linens is actually confetti.)
By the time my son goes to bed I am so tired I’m lucky if I get an hour of crafting done. I know I need a good nights rest in order to repeat the next day over again. Sometimes I practically beg my husband to give me 30 minutes to take a shower without tiny hands banging on the door calling me. I used to feel terrible thinking I was a bad mom for wanting time away from my child. Over time I have realized that I’m not a terrible mom and there is nothing wrong with wanting or needing space from my child. It gets rough some days are better than others. We all have our days, some days you’ll want to rip your hair out, others you’ll be screaming into the couch pillow because you have just watched the same episode of bubble guppies 4x in a row. But it’s the great moments throughout those days that gets me through it. It’s the little voice asking me for an apple, little lips planting a kiss randomly on my face, or the little fingers twirling my hair. Having a child is such a precious gift. I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. I tend to be a free spirited mom, and try to teach my son some of the same qualities. I give him choices and I let him learn. I’m trying to provide him with knowledge, freedom, and responsibility to blossom into the awesome person he is going to become. I let him have his own personality. I think he gets his spunk from his mama. This is my daily life, come fall into the rabbit hole.