Pregnancy is exciting, until the nausea and back pain and pelvic pressure begin. The weird thing is, everyone kind of knows these things come with pregnancy, but it’s like we’re in some magic la-la land of oblivion until things start to fall apart.
You will relish 5 minutes alone in the bathroom, until your kids learn to open the door. And they will also learn to shut the door when you purposely leave it open when you know you may be a few minutes 😉 and then scurry up the stairs unsupervised or try to dart out the front door. You know, barefoot and after taking off their diaper. It never ceases to amaze me that my husband can find a way to spend 30 minutes in there, but I’m expected to finish any business before someone calls child protective services.
You will wish for every future event, until it happens, and then you just want to rewind time and go back. You can’t wait for them to crawl, but then you have to really watch them. You can’t wait for them to walk, but then they get into everything. You can’t wait to stop pumping, but then miss not being able to breastfeed. You can’t wait for them to sleep in their own bed, but then you miss their little warm body that radiates heat. You can’t wait for your kids to dress themselves, but then you miss getting to decide what they wear. You can’t wait for them to start talking, but then they never shut up. You want them to grow up, but you miss them being a baby.
You might pee on yourself when you laugh. Or cry. And forget about jumping jacks or trampolines. No one ever told me those days would be over…
Kids suck the energy right out of you. It’s like their full-time job. From the moment you find out you’re pregnant, they’re kind of like a parasite, taking whatever they need from you with no regard for your needs. It doesn’t matter to them if you haven’t eaten all day. They don’t care if you didn’t get any sleep. They expect you to play with them even though you have a billion other things to do. And you’ll do as much as you can and then go to bed exhausted and try your best again the very next day.
It’s guaranteed they will need you the moment you are on the phone or the doorbell rings. It’s like some sort of law! My kids will flat-out ignore me until the phone rings.
Children don’t know what day of the week it is. You might struggle to wake them up for school during the week, but then they’re up before sunrise on Saturday It’s like a parent-curse. God only knows, during the week there is a morning struggle to get my daughter up before she misses the bus. She’s lucky to get breakfast and I’m not ever sure of what she’s wearing, but I consider it a win if she makes it out the door and actually catches the bus with her backpack. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve chased the school bus down with my car or had to drop her backpack off at school (only then to find her homework still on the kitchen table). Yes, I’m that mom
Your children will see you at your worse, but still love you anyway. I gave up a long time ago trying to act perfect in front of my children. I’ve only seen my own mom cry one time in my life, when her mother died. But my daughter has seen me yell when I shouldn’t have and has seen me cry more than once. And I’m not one of those pretty criers. My face gets all splotchy and my mouth makes weird shapes and mascara runs down my face 😦 But she still loves me anyway, and even though I know there are a million and five ways I could be a better parent, she still thinks I’m “pretty good” (her words, not mine).
You may not always like your children. I’m just keeping it real. You will always love And you usually like them….like 99.99% of the time. But my toddler is hitting the dog right now and my tween thinks she’s an attorney. And they always need something from me. Even though dishes need to be washed, and I just got home from working 12 hours, and my husband is two feet away from me. They still come to me wanting to play, or wanting food, or demanding 15 minutes of my undivided attention to tell me a story that should have taken 5 seconds.
Going to work becomes your vacation. I work 6 days a week. Last week, I only worked 5 days. When I woke up, I told my husband he needed to work more because I wanted to work less and be at home more. By the end of the day, I had baked a dozen cupcakes and a pan of brownies (what my daughter wanted to do), washed at least 4 loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen at least 3 times (but it still looked the same!!), and never stopped picking up toys. By the time I went to bed, it was midnight and I still had not had a bath. My husband griped for waking him up with the running water. As I crawled into bed, my hair soaking wet, knowing that the kitchen STILL did not look clean and there were STILL toys everywhere, I thought—I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow. Sigh.
Kids get more expensive as they get older. I thought diapers were expensive. Then I thought daycare was expensive. Then I thought piano and art lessons were expensive. Now we’re talking about club volleyball and I think that is expensive. And then I thought…they’ll need a car one day. And then it hit me: O-m-g and then they’ll need COLLEGE. It’s an uphill battle that I’ll never win…
No matter what kids take from you, what they give back is worth so much more. Yes, they’re exhausting. Yes, they require a lot of attention. Yes, parenting is work, and it’s not always work that we do well. But we keep trying our best, and they reward us with pure, unconditional love.
Wishing every mother out there whatever kind of mother’s day they wish for 🙂
Until my next delivery ❤
And a reminder to every woman out there – Health Isn’t All About Losing Weight