We are the women with weary eyes, bustling homes, and hearts overflowing with love. We are mothers.
This morning, when our little one left behind his cherished blanket in the car, we paused our work to deliver it to him. We changed diapers, drove kids around, prepared meals, tidied up messes, bathed children, read stories, and banished imaginary monsters. Not once did anyone utter the words, “Thank you.”
Though often unrecognized, we will rise again tomorrow to do it all over.
We are mothers.
Tonight’s dinner was a whirlwind. Our older kids complained incessantly, argued, and turned their noses up at the meal we prepared. Our toddlers, overtired and cranky, flung their food across the floor. In the chaos, we lost our patience and yelled at them. Later, we found ourselves in the bathroom, tears streaming down our faces, regretting our outburst.
We are frustrated, yet we always find room in our hearts to forgive and be forgiven.
We are mothers.
Today, exhaustion enveloped us. It took every ounce of strength to put one foot in front of the other until our kids finally drifted off to sleep. Our minds raced with an endless to-do list—clean up after dinner, unload the dishwasher, and wash clothes since nobody had anything clean to wear. The weight of it all felt heavy tonight. Despite this, we spent the last half-hour lying at the end of our child’s bed, eyes closed, while they sang themselves to sleep, frightened and needing our presence.
We are overwhelmed, but we always carve out time for our children.
We are mothers.
Eventually, we stumble into bed long after everyone else. Physically drained, our minds still whirl with worries. We lie awake fretting—did we yell too much? Are we too strict or not strict enough? Are we making the right choices?
We are uncertain, yet our children know we love them, which means we must be doing something right.
We are mothers.
From the moment we discovered we were expecting, we understood life would change dramatically. Taking care of a baby would be challenging, but we didn’t realize how motherhood would become the core of our existence.
Some days, we wake up wondering if we can handle another day of this beautiful chaos. Other times, we gaze at our children with longing hearts, cradling their tiny faces in our hands, begging them to stay in this moment forever. Yet, we know time waits for no one.
Our tiny infants quickly learn to crawl, walk, and talk. They navigate the challenges of toddlerhood and the curious preschool years. Our school-age children keep us busy with homework and activities, and we beam with pride at the remarkable individuals they are becoming.
As they transition into tweens, we feel the first hints of distance, and our hearts ache just a little. They grow into teenagers who assert their independence, convinced they have all the answers. Eventually, they return to us as young adults, realizing the truth—that they never had all the answers. They marry, start families of their own, and we embrace the role of grandmothers.
Through it all, we will be there. Motherhood has no finish line. The moments we share with our children today, no matter how insignificant they seem, lay the groundwork for their futures. Today’s trials transform into tomorrow’s cherished memories.
Even in our absence, our children will yearn for us, just as we long for our own mothers. They will hold onto every precious memory of us, finding comfort in the knowledge, “These are my mother’s hands.”
We will always remain our child’s safest haven.
We are mothers.
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Summary:
Motherhood is a journey filled with ups and downs, where love and challenges intertwine. As mothers, we embrace the chaos and heartache, yet we also cherish the joy and growth of our children. Through sleepless nights and emotional struggles, we remain their unwavering safe space, nurturing them as they evolve into independent individuals. Our love and memories will forever bind us, even as they carve their own paths.