by Emily Carter
Imagine the mom at the playground who hasn’t had time to brush her hair, struggling to keep up with kids who refuse to walk unless she drags them along. Picture the mother who arrives late to school, only to find the gates closed, while her children stubbornly refuse to wear their coats in the rain. Then there’s the mom at the park, juggling work emails on her phone while her little ones beg her to join them on the jungle gym. These mothers are just like us.
Think of the mother breastfeeding her baby while reading a story to her toddler, or the one who manages to whip up three different dinners simultaneously to keep everyone satisfied. There’s the mom who remembers library books and permission slips on the right days, and the one who crafts the cutest outfit for dress-up day. We see the mother who rises early to prepare her children’s favorite packed lunches, and the one whose kids clasp her hands tightly all the way home.
Consider the mom who stays up late, folding laundry and arranging uniforms for the next day. There’s the mother who washes her children’s hair without letting soap get in their eyes, and the one who takes to the slide with them at the local play zone. She sings their favorite lullabies as they drift off to sleep and kisses away their tears when they’re hurt.
Yet, this same mother may cry in exhaustion once they finally fall asleep, feeling overwhelmed by a day where they hardly had a moment together. There are times she snaps at them over the mess or shouts in frustration when they don’t listen. She might say things she regrets, knowing it’s not fair because, after all, they are just kids. The mother who, in her anger, frightens them, threatens to take away toys while wishing she could express love unconditionally. She longs for calmness, even when faced with chaos.
This mother understands that she shouldn’t always apologize or be so hard on herself; she knows she’s doing her best. She wishes for time to slow down, yearning for more hours with her children, and has even shed tears on the train after leaving them. Deep down, she knows how fortunate she is, yet she still worries about tough times lingering without any clear answers. These mothers reflect our own experiences.
We all navigate both the highs and lows, the moments of joy and sorrow. I wish I had known during those endlessly dragging days that they would eventually pass long before I realized it. Whether we’re laughing about the hard times or showcasing our seemingly perfect days, we’re in this together.
Sometimes, it feels like there’s no one to confide in about the struggles we face. We often curate our social media profiles to mask our imperfections, chuckling about our mishaps to disguise our pain. But we’re all living this exhausting new reality—an experience none of us were truly prepared for. No amount of reading or advice from friends could completely equip us for the journey of motherhood.
After four years since my son was born, I have absorbed countless words about the lives of mothers like us. We are all lost, fatigued, and madly in love, experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions. There’s a euphoric balance to life, a phase where we’re not soaring high or sinking low but simply coasting. Yet, darkness lurks, too, as we grapple with the feeling of just getting by, holding onto the few solid parts of our lives amidst the haze. Love brings its own set of heartaches.
We’re all navigating this journey at different times, in various places, with unique worries and experiences. These mothers, who appear to juggle it all—making it look both tough and effortless—are truly just like us.
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In summary, motherhood is a shared journey filled with both challenges and joys. We support one another through sleepless nights and celebrate the small victories, all while recognizing that we’re not alone in our experiences. Together, we navigate the beautiful chaos of being mothers, just like us.