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Motherhood: A Journey of Chaos and Love
The toy room window is smeared with a shiny layer of chapstick, giving off a faint strawberry scent. On the floor lies my favorite eos—pink and lidless, now a cat hair magnet. It smells like the essence of toddler mischief.
Mega Bloks trucks are soaring through the air, despite my constant pleas of “Please, stop throwing!” My youngest has a goose egg on his head and is letting out a shriek so piercing I’m convinced it might shatter the chapstick-coated window. Nearby, another toddler is in the time-out chair, wailing loudly enough to make my throat ache. I can already feel the bruise forming on my thigh from where he kicked me during the wrestling match to get him seated.
There’s another little one crying for Mama, hurling Hot Wheels against the wall and chipping the fresh paint in our new apartment—a paint job that will undoubtedly cost us a fortune if we don’t fix it soon. Unpacked boxes are cluttering the patio, remnants from our recent move, filled primarily with kid stuff.
In the kitchen, my food processor sits useless on the countertop, its motor fried after my attempt to whip up homemade almond butter (so much for being a “crunchy” mom). A clump of almond mush now resides in the trash, along with my $10 bill, as almonds are pricey. An empty sippy cup lies in the living room, a rubber no-spill valve lodged at the bottom, probably due to being thrown one too many times.
A sour odor is creeping through the house, and when I question the toddler about the spilled milk, he just giggles and darts away. Ants are marching along the bathroom floor, carrying off crumbs of granola bar while I repeatedly tell the boys to keep their snacks in the kitchen. The fridge has an 18-count egg carton, completely empty, and I notice a cookie recipe on the counter that calls for two eggs.
Two inconsolable boys are wailing because I promised we’d bake cookies today. There’s a baby gate lying on the floor, and one of the toddlers has decided to explore the litter box. I can hardly believe it—there’s kitty litter in his mouth. The chaos is overwhelming, with litter sticking to my socks and a vacuum in the closet, but it’s full, as is the trash can.
As I mutter an expletive under my breath (okay, maybe a few), I realize the fruit flies have taken over, even though there’s no fruit left in the house. My head is throbbing in time with the catchy tune of the Daniel Tiger theme song. I glance at the clock—approximately 57 minutes until Daddy gets home… 56 minutes and 54 seconds… and counting.
My eyes burn, as if I’m at the optometrist, and I just want to close them until this test is over. And this is definitely a test. Stress and anger swirl around me, accompanied by chaos and frustration. I feel utterly spent.
And then, the tears come. They cling to my eyelashes, blurring my vision until I can hardly see the mess around me. They stream down my cheeks, soaking into my hair that the kids pulled loose during our storytime. I feel broken, like the rains of a hurricane that just keep pouring down.
But then… two skinny arms wrap around me in a sweet embrace—not the usual toddler chokehold. A tiny, perfect face is puckered up to me, those beautiful hazel eyes reflecting my own as they shine with love and concern. And then, a soft voice says, “I love you, Mama.”
In that moment, everything else fades away.
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In summary, motherhood is a whirlwind of chaos, love, and the most profound moments of connection that make it all worthwhile.