This week has been one of those chaotic rides for me. Nothing seems to click; tasks are piling up, unexpected expenses are surfacing (like my little one spilling coffee on my work laptop, and yes, a dental emergency), and our household has been a chorus of coughs and crankiness for what feels like forever. It may not be earth-shattering, but it’s enough to leave me feeling frayed and overwhelmed.
So, I took to Facebook: “I’m on the struggle bus this week, and it’s only Tuesday, folks.” I wasn’t fishing for advice; I just wanted to connect with others who might be in the same boat. It’s comforting to know that you’re not alone in your struggles, no matter how small they seem.
I didn’t feel the need to add, “but I love my kids!” Of course, I adore them. Just because I’m having a rough time doesn’t mean my love for them is any less. It doesn’t diminish the overwhelming feelings that sometimes wash over me—it just means that life has thrown me a curveball, and I need to vent.
The Reality of Motherhood
Here’s the reality of motherhood: sometimes things get messy. That’s a given. Little annoyances can pile up until you feel like you’re about to crack. Maybe it’s an unexpected crisis, and then your toddler decides to take a tumble while you’re frantically trying to dry your coffee-sodden laptop with a hairdryer, all while your baby clings to you, desperate for a feeding, and your eldest announces she feels unwell.
In those moments, I slammed the hairdryer down, surveyed my disaster of a kitchen, and yelled—mostly into the void—“I just can’t handle this right now!”
And you know what? I really couldn’t. I wasn’t the multitasking superhero everyone seems to think moms are. Sometimes, I can almost reach that ideal, but not today. I couldn’t soothe my crying toddler while nursing the baby and checking on my daughter’s symptoms, all while praying my laptop would miraculously revive itself.
But since I couldn’t just throw in the towel, I went into damage control mode. That’s what moms do; we keep moving forward, even when we feel like we’re at our breaking point. I scooped up the baby and dashed to my toddler after a loud thud. Thankfully, he was okay, just sporting a new bruise and in need of some ice and a hug. I tucked my oldest into my bed with a cold drink and a stack of picture books. Then I latched the baby on and let the tears flow—like a baby, indeed.
I was completely spent.
Later that night, while chatting with my partner about the next day’s plans (and my desperate need for a break), we paused as we heard the unmistakable sound of tiny feet padding across the hardwood floor. We exchanged smiles, knowing our “little nugget” was on his way, waddling toward us with his signature charm.
Sure enough, there he was. My heart swelled as I watched him come into view, arms raised in delight. In that moment, I realized this might be one of the last times I would hear those adorable little feet scampering down the hall. It’s one of my favorite sounds, and suddenly, all that frustration from earlier felt like a distant memory. I scooped him up, and he nestled his tiny head into my shoulder.
Oh, motherhood, you have a way of breaking me apart and then piecing me back together, good as new. Every. Single. Time.
I would gladly face another coffee-soaked laptop, and I would tackle more days filled with clingy kids who all want my attention when I’m already at my wit’s end. Because that’s what we do as mothers—we rally, we press on. We experience breakdowns, but we build ourselves back up. We allow the love from our children to ignite our spirits.
And then we wake up the next day, ready to do it all over again. Because those little feet are coming down the hall, and the call of duty is waiting.
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In summary, motherhood is an incredible journey filled with ups and downs. While we may face moments of chaos, the love we share with our children is what ultimately keeps us going.