I Want… To Be a Mom

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I’ve never been a morning person. Honestly, I’ve always preferred late nights and sleeping in. But, oh, how motherhood flips that biological clock upside down! Some days, I’m lucky enough to have my little one snoozing until 7 a.m., but let’s be real—that doesn’t happen often. Most mornings, I’m greeted by her cheerful voice between 5 and 6 a.m. And there are those delightful 4 a.m. wake-up calls that make me want to pull the covers over my head and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

I dream of sleeping in until 9, or maybe even 10! I wish I could wake up at my own pace without the pressure of preparing breakfast for a tiny human who will probably toss half of it to the floor. Eating a meal in peace would be a luxury—without someone perched on my lap, asking for bites, tugging my hair, and diving into my food.

I want to indulge in a long, hot shower without an audience or the chaotic symphony of toddler screams. I wish I could brush my hair without little hands pulling at my legs for attention. Doing my makeup properly, without a tiny human trying to commandeer my brushes, seems like a distant dream. I long to wear nice clothes without getting smeared with food, boogers, and who-knows-what-else.

I fantasize about driving my car with the windows down and music blasting, drowning out all thoughts. Shopping without a mental checklist of Goldfish snacks and nursery rhymes is something I crave. I want to lie down for a nap without the nagging thoughts of chores that await me. And how nice would it be to clean my floors knowing they might actually stay clean for more than 10 minutes?

I’d love to watch something on TV other than Peppa Pig or Frozen for the thousandth time. I yearn for a night where I can snuggle into bed, free from the calls of a little one needing comfort. Just one day without worrying about the health and happiness of my precious child would be a welcome relief.

But then I remember something important—I’m a mom. And I cherish the sweet sound of my daughter’s voice calling for me throughout the day. The joy in her eyes when she spots a “big truck” or conquers the slide by herself fills my heart with happiness. Those crumbs on the floor? They mean family meals and moments shared together. The crayon masterpieces decorating my walls symbolize her curious mind and desire to create.

I remind myself that spilled milk isn’t worth crying over, and every cup can be refilled. I realize that those long, hot showers are a luxury, and a little peeping toddler isn’t so bad; it’s actually quite funny. Shopping at Target wouldn’t be nearly as fun without my little partner, and honestly, I wouldn’t want to spend my extra $20 on anyone else.

I even find that Peppa Pig isn’t all that terrible, and Frozen has earned a special place in my heart as my favorite Disney movie. As I settle into bed, I feel grateful for my home and, more importantly, for a family that loves me just as much as I love them. Hiding under the covers would mean missing out on life’s greatest gifts.

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Summary:

Motherhood is a beautiful journey filled with challenges and joys. While the early mornings and chaotic days can be exhausting, the love and laughter shared with a child make it all worthwhile. Embracing the little moments, from messy meals to shared adventures, reminds us of the preciousness of family life.