Admitting I’m wrong is something I truly dislike. In fact, it feels just as unbearable as enduring a painful bikini wax or undergoing a thorough medical examination. However, the truth is undeniable: I was mistaken. To be fully transparent, I owe an apology to all the mothers I’ve silently critiqued or unfairly judged.
Before I became a mother, I had a rather narrow view of what motherhood entailed. I envisioned a mother as someone who was excessively selfless, sacrificing her own aspirations for the sake of her family. I thought she was resigned to a monotonous existence filled with laundry, dishes, and endless after-school commitments.
I pictured her as someone who never stood up for her own needs, always putting others first, even when she craved some time alone. I believed that she lacked ambition, trading in her work attire for yoga pants and embracing a relentless, thankless role. I assumed she was dull, only capable of discussing her child’s diaper changes or drool patterns, with little else to say.
I perceived her as a sidekick, always taking a backseat to her partner’s dreams. I thought she ignored her own appearance, letting herself go and prioritizing family over fitness, perhaps indulging in snacks while watching the world go by. I even thought she had completely given up on intimacy—not even on special occasions.
Worse still, I imagined her to be condescending, insisting that those without children couldn’t grasp the complexities of exhaustion, illness, or early mornings. She seemed to believe that her life gained more significance simply because she had chosen to bring life into the world.
Fortunately, I was mistaken.
A mother is indeed selfless, but she also understands the importance of carving out time for herself. It might not always happen on her terms, but she knows that to provide for her family, she must first take care of her own needs. A mother’s dreams evolve; they now serve not just her own aspirations but also the well-being of her family. She is driven, determined, and endlessly resilient.
Mediocrity is no longer an option for her, as she strives to set a high standard for her children. A mother is kind enough to advocate for herself, loving fiercely and sometimes even drawing ire for it.
She is more inspired than she ever thought she could be. Her achievements now reflect not just her personal goals but also the hopes and dreams of those she loves. Mothers work harder, sacrifice more, and reach higher than ever before, not just for themselves but for their families.
Being a mother is not dull; it is a beautiful adventure. She takes immense pride in her family, and while she loves sharing stories about them, there are moments when she craves conversations about other topics, too.
A mother cares about her appearance because she knows her children notice. Despite any changes to her body, she strives to love herself, so her kids—especially her daughters—learn to appreciate themselves.
And yes, mothers do have intimate moments, albeit quieter and less frequent, but they hold a depth of meaning that is often overlooked.
Empathy comes naturally to a mother, allowing her to connect with strangers who share the same exhaustion and challenges. She understands what it means to feel deeply for others because a part of her heart now walks in human form, allowing her to experience their pain and joy.
Admitting I was wrong isn’t easy, but I’ve come to realize just how mistaken I was.
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In summary, the journey into motherhood has reshaped my understanding entirely. I have come to appreciate the strength, complexity, and beauty that comes with being a mom.