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The Power of Motherhood
Motherhood has transformed me into a fierce warrior. Once, I was the type of person who rarely raised her voice and was easily flustered, often apologizing even when it wasn’t necessary. Before I became a mom, I let little things get under my skin. I’ll never forget when a former boss told me I’d succeeded not due to my intelligence but simply because of my “charming personality.” I was so taken aback that I couldn’t muster the courage to tell her off. Instead, I nodded along and cried in my car afterward.
That all changed when I experienced the life-altering journey of bringing a child into the world. There’s nothing quite like it—whatever modesty I had left was swept away as I juggled a tiny, red-faced newborn who soon grew into a spirited toddler. Fast forward to two more kids later, and I’ve morphed into a version of myself that my old self would have found intimidating. The girl who cried in her car has vanished, replaced by a woman who has spent countless nights bouncing colicky babies and navigating the chaos of raising three kids.
Motherhood has a way of toughening you up. I went from being a non-yeller to someone who can raise her voice when needed, especially after giving birth without any pain relief. My embarrassment threshold disappeared the moment I faced my worst bout of hemorrhoids, which left me in such agony that I couldn’t even explain to my husband why I needed to go to the hospital. I just laid there, hoping to pass out from the pain, imagining how he would owe me big time for not taking my suffering seriously.
Motherhood doesn’t care about your dignity or comfort. It demands you to be tougher and more resilient than ever. It doesn’t matter if you’ve only had three hours of sleep or if you don’t feel great about how you look. Motherhood shouts, “Get up, lady! Your toddler is trying to eat the cat’s food!”
If it means chasing a naked child through the yard in mismatched pajamas, so be it. If I have to abandon a grocery cart because my kids are causing a scene, fine. If I need to put a stranger in their place for getting too close to my baby, I’ll do it without hesitation. I simply don’t have the luxury of feeling embarrassed or apologizing for my choices.
I’m too busy to worry about others’ opinions, and frankly, I don’t have time to use the restroom alone. My days are filled with the demands of motherhood—shushing babies, wiping bottoms, and surviving meltdowns. An onlooker might think I’m on something, but the reality is that I’m just a mom trying to survive the day.
Motherhood—through the sleepless nights and the tantrums—has reshaped me, and I’m thankful for it. It forces me to keep pushing forward, to love fiercely even when I’m drained, and to persevere when everything feels overwhelming. Motherhood is a powerful force, and now I am a force to be reckoned with.
I’m pleased to say that things have settled down a bit for me, but I have little patience for complaints from my husband about minor inconveniences. If you want to know more about pregnancy, I recommend checking out this excellent resource for your journey into parenthood.
In summary, motherhood comes with its trials and triumphs, transforming you into a stronger version of yourself. It’s a wild ride that redefines your limits and challenges you to rise to the occasion.