The minute the words “pregnant” popped up on that test, the dreams of what kind of mom I would be started to pour in. I pictured myself sunny and smiling each and every morning, up before the baby woke, just so happy to finally be a mom. I was not going to be one of those moms who couldn’t find time to shower, that was ridiculous. Get up early, put a little make up on, maybe even a cute outfit, after all how else would I go in public to all those music classes, play dates, and to do the grocery shopping?
I pictured making pancakes and eggs for breakfast each morning for Mike and I, and homemade baby food for my son. I thought I would make Mikes lunch for him every day since I would have the time to since I didn’t have to rush off to work in the mornings.Who knows, maybe he would be even lucky enough to get a little love note included. I thought I would be the mom with the perfectly organized house, each toy in its place, and each basket of kids gadgets labeled and perfectly sorted. I honestly didn’t think I was being naive to think these things. I knew how much time I spent working, and how much I juggled while doing that, so I truly thought I would have a lot more time to do things around the house and for my husband and I. How could I not?
Then I actually became a mom.
The minute they placed that baby boy in my arms, life as I knew it changed. I was instantly in love, but so unprepared for the months that would follow. My son ended up having horrible acid reflux and cried more than he was happy. I could not set him down for the first 4 months without him continuously screaming. I held him almost all day long. Often crying to myself but quickly stopping if anyone stopped over or Mike came home. I felt too guilty to admit I was really struggling and was almost questioning becoming a mom. I thought that because I had gone through years of infertility that I had no right to complain that I was exhausted, worn out, and completely overwhelmed by this screaming baby in my arms. I hid it. From everyone. I was so in love, yet so scared I wasn’t meant to be a mom.
And a shower? Ha, maybe, just maybe if I could escape for a few minutes after my husband got home. But it definitely wasn’t followed up with make up and a cute outfit. Instead I would throw on a shirt I didn’t mind getting spit up all over, because it was guaranteed to happen. Most days I had to change my shirt at least 4 times after being completely covered in someone else stomach bile.
I did end up making the baby food, but I certainly wasn’t making anyone lunches, I hardly had time to eat anything myself. And love notes.. well that’s just funny to even think about.
I am pretty sure I didn’t wear jeans more than 3 times for the first 6 months after having my son. I probably should have invested in stock in sweat pants. Oh and those music classes, yeah those never happened either.
Just when I thought I might being getting a glimpse of the mom I thought I would be, life laughed in my face and I found out I was shockingly pregnant with my second. Two little boys under the age of two meant my once organized house was now a toy dumping ground. I exchanged hours of organizing and labeling for hours of playing trucks and dinosaurs. Three years later our little princess came along, and a whole lot of pink toys got added to the already existing piles of ninja turtles and matchbox cars. My life has never been so unorganized.
Here it is 6 years after having my first, and I still have days that a shower is a luxury. But the mom I have become is better than the mom I thought I would be. I still don’t make Mikes lunch, and there are many days where make up isn’t even a thought. But the true gift I have found is I am definitely meant to be a mom. And my kids are definitely meant to be mine. Those impossible idealistic standards I was never able to live up to no longer mattered because I quickly found that those things were not what made me a mom. Sleepless nights, and tired arms from holding a baby for 14 hours straight is what made me a mom. Changing dirty diapers, and washing stained covered clothes while teaching my kids the ABC’s is what made me a mom. Crying too many nights to count while aching over my child’s pain is what made me a mom. Singing and dancing around the messy family room, made me a mom. Teaching my kids the difference between right and wrong, and when to say please and thank you, made me a mom. Holding my kids tight, and reassuring them they were okay is what made me a mom. Rocking and praying over my kids each and every night is what made me a mom. Advocating for my sons speech services, and touring preschools, made me a mom. Learning to follow my gut instead of the experts is what made me a mom. Having a heart that beams with happiness when my child succeeds, and is filled with joy when my kids laugh is what made me a mom.The mom I thought I would be, doesn’t hold a candle to the mom I have become.
Kate says
Awesome picture!!! You’re a great mom!!!!
MommyTalk73 says
Thank you Lady! Right back at you!! xoxo
Aubrey @ 53weeks says
I struggle trying to be the Mom I want to be and the Mom I am…but that’s not a bad thing, it’s a learning process everyday!
53 Weeks (@53Weeks) says
The Mom I want(ed) to be versus the Mom I am are certainly not the same, but that’s not a bad thing! 😉
MommyTalk73 says
Not bad at all! Funny how we learn that through time huh?!
Caroline Eaton (@caroline_eaton) says
I couldn’t have said it better – I definitely relate to this post! Wonderfully written!
MommyTalk73 says
Thank you so much Caroline!! I really appreciate that!!! 🙂
Gram forward says
You do a great job of being a Mom and I know some day you are going to write a book.
MommyTalk73 says
Aww thank you grandma!!! Love you!!! I hope I do, if I do I will dedicate it to you!!!!! xoxoxo
Yanique Chambers says
I love this post! Your family is blessed to have you. I love reading posts like this because it allows me to give myself permission to be the best mom I can be instead of living up to some unrealistic expectation. Pinning!
MommyTalk73 says
Thank you so much Yanique!!! And exactly as you said, our best is all that matters!! I have a feeling your best is pretty amazing!!
Agatha says
You are a great mom, and a great mom learns and progresses as her kids grow older. Don’t let anyone say otherwise!
MommyTalk73 says
Aww thank you so much!!! So sweet!!
MommyTalk73 says
Aww Thank you Courtney!! That means so much. I am so blessed by you!! And ps You always look fabulous yourself!!
homesteadwishing says
I thought the same things about having kids too. How quickly things change!