Mothering on Mother’s Day

Today is Mother’s Day. Most days, I am overwhelmed by poopy diapers and cleaning up toys and fitting in chores between caring for two little ones. But, today I am overwhelmed by gratitude. A mother gives birth to a child, but not all mothers get to actually mother. Some mothers lose their babies, some mothers are separated from their children, and some mothers choose to let others mother.
So, my individuality is languishing. My hobbies consist of watching TV while I do a chore and falling asleep on the couch while I watch TV. Gone is reading, gardening, cooking, and spending time with friends; those all take time and energy I don’t have. My world’s axis is my children; nearly everything I do in a day revolves around them. But, this is such a fleeting phase in life. It’s a shame you’re too tired to really appreciate all the miracles that happen everyday.
When my children were in the hospital, I lamented that the care I gave them was a fraction of their day; it was the nurses mothering my babies. So, today when I’m up to my elbows in poop—maybe literally?—I choose to be grateful for the mundane. We often take for granted what we’ve come to expect. Three years ago, I was a different person, but now? Now, I just can’t believe my good fortune because I have two kids waking me up at night, and even though I’m exhausted, I’m thrilled to be doing their mothering. I’ll cling to that thought at the next 3 am feeding!

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