A common remark on the trials of Motherhood is “This too shall pass”. It is well meaning, but leaves a lot of us waiting for it to pass.
Waiting for the sleepless nights to be over. Waiting on the potty training to be finished. Waiting on them to grow out the “busy stage”. Waiting on the craziness to end. Waiting for a night when you can shower by yourself.
And soon enough it has passed but another challenge presents itself and you wait for it to pass.
Soon enough there will be uninterrupted sleep, no wet clothes, no toys tripping you up, no tantrums, no smeary windows, no messes. No sweet little babies, no delightful toddlers, no laughter of little ones.
And somehow, I think I will wish to be back in the crazy.
I will wish to go back to the days where I’m calling Jason at least once a day with something one of the kids did that I’m laughing over; laughing, because it’s better than crying.
I will wish for the day when I thought the baby had slept all night only to be told by my husband that I was up with the baby feeding him at three. I’m sure there will come a day when I miss opening cupboards and discovering random items like a wet pull-up residing in a pan, or discovering more than clothes were washed in that last load of laundry.
Because after a day full of wet diapers and laundry, a day of laughter and tantrums, messes and learning success; I get to sit down with my little ones, rock them, sing to them, cuddle them and kiss on them.
I find delight in their chubby fingers, and feel a little sorrow when I realize my first baby is getting to be quite the big boy. Watching them sleep leaves my heart feeling so full it could burst.
That’s when I realize. It’s all worth it. The kisses are worth the tantrums, and hugs are worth the messes. The snuggle of a warm baby against my skin as I shower him with me, and the giggles of my toddler playing in the water at my feet is worth a 1000 showers alone.
This thing called motherhood is messy, smelly and tiring. The hours are long and monetary pay is zero. But the love and memories and moments we make together, is payment enough for me.
This thing called motherhood is messy, smelly and tiring. But the love and memories we make together, is worth it allClick To Tweet