I see you, sleepy momma.
You only have one baby, you think. It shouldn’t be this exhausting. You shouldn’t complain; after all, other moms have way more on their plate and they seem to be doing it flawlessly…right? They don’t struggle with anything. Meals are perfect, balanced and nutritious. Look amazing on the ‘Gram, too. Always dressed picture perfect, like they just came from a damn Target photo shoot or something.
WRONG. Stop this thought process, right now.
Everyone’s fears and struggles are valid, because it’s what you are experiencing. You may not have 3 kids under two. Your one and only little may be an angel at 8 months old- that doesn’t mean the days are any easier, your task list any shorter, or your energy reservoir any larger. Struggle is all relative- what’s hard to me could be a cake walk for you. I’ve had girls tell me before that they shouldn’t vent about their struggle because look at me- I’ve got three!
the number of kids doesn’t make me a superhero.
In fact, most of the time, it gets me ridiculed. More often than not, if we’re being frank. I’m the butt of constant jokes and jabs; the subject of disapproving looks and shocked gasps when people discover that I had three littles so close. But in reality, the only reason I’m able to do it?
Because I have to. They don’t go away because I’m having a bad day. They don’t sense that I can’t will myself out of bed, no matter how much I struggle, and choose to take mercy on me by spending the day in their bed, too. You think Monkey cares if my back hurts? If I could even communicate that to her in her native toddler tongue, I doubt she would care then, either. She would jump on me as she always does, because at the end of the day, a mom’s true purpose is simply a glorified jungle gym for their children.
the struggle doesn’t get easier
I’m not going to tell you that it does, because then we’d all be living a lie. Chasing after this idea that maybe, just maybe, we’ll wake up tomorrow and our kids will be angels! With perfectly coiffed hair! And they won’t need glasses, and their teeth will be shiny white and straight, and they’ll have an 800 IQ score!! WOW!!!!
Nope. Tomorrow you’ll wake up with the same kid(s) you have today. Same poop smearing, booger eating, crazy hair having kids that you birthed however many moons ago. The struggle doesn’t get easier- but we get STRONGER. We get smarter (so do the kids though, lets be real.) We learn to adapt, to grow, and to roll with the punches. Today’s poop in the carpet is tomorrow’s attempt at potty training. Tomorrow’s meltdown in public is next week’s ability to eat on a green plate with a purple spoon and not freak out that it isn’t the plate they wanted.
Plus, glasses on kids are super cute (except when they throw them over the side of a boat- Jen, are you around?!) Their mismatched outfits they pick themselves are endearing- think of their faces and how proud they are when they come out of their room in cowboy boots, rainbow shorts and that long forgotten Christmas shirt from three years ago. They’re convinced they’ve just put together the next headlining look for Paris fashion week!
You will always struggle.
In some way, shape or form. Whether it’s struggling with an unruly toddler, or struggling with keeping up with a tenacious ten year old. We’ll always struggle someway. But the only thing we can truly do is put on our big girl panties, our best fitting pair of mom jeans, and face the world as bravely as we can.
Also, make sure your undies aren’t inside out.