“Being a mama is hard.
There are tantrums, tired nights, morning sickness that lasts all day….But I just can’t shake the thought of what an incredible blessing I have been given.It changes how I see everything.God trusted me with these sweet little spirits.me.And it’s moving so fast.”
I wrote a post on our family blog… that talked about how despite the hard, hard things about being a mama… there’s so many times when, even in the middle of the night after yet another cry to be comforted, I often look at my little baby cradled in my arms and would have it no other way.
Every word of that post is the truth.
Yet, almost immediately after hitting publish… I found myself wanting to go back and explain it. Excuse it or apologize for it or dull it down even. Which when I stop and realize what I’m thinking… makes me pretty upset that I have the urge to do that. Because why should I feel the need to apologize for loving the hard times, even while I simultaneously, I occasionally want to pull my hair out over them.
I’ve written about this conflict before. About how some women feel the pressure to hide the imperfections of motherhood, but more often than that I sometimes feel a pressure to hide my bliss in motherhood. It’s counter-intuitive, wrong even… but it has something to do with not wanting to add to the guilt that I know even some of my very close friends who are mamas have over the fact that they aren’t filled to the brim and glowing over parenthood every second.
Because a constant glow… is nearly impossible. I surely am not glowing constantly. But I do carry this sense of awe with me over this little soul, through most of the moments in our days. And maybe it’s because I have miscarried a couple of times before having our Mason, that I treasure this little gift of a baby so very much, that the hard times feel like blips on the radar screen.
And when I read something like the quote from Casey Wiegand, another mama, who echoes these same feelings… I feel less of a need to apologize, or explain. And I remind myself that I don’t need permission to soak in these moments. And to feel the elation. Even while part of me wishes for a full nights sleep once again.
Because this time will pass so very quickly.
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Couldn’t agree with you more. Before I can ever really type out the frustrating parts of motherhood I’m filled with joyful, grateful words about these little souls that have been entrusted to us, so I never quite get there. I’m pretty sure a lot of moms who seem to be impossibly blissed out about their kids are actually moms who’ve experienced losses and can’t help but share the joy in having their little ones close.