Since today is my day to be a featured blogger over at SITS, and some new faces (hi!) will be popping by to check out my blog, I had all this ambition to craft a witty, intelligent and finely written post to highlight all the stuff I write about, and, more important, to convey my essence.
And then that little voice inside of me started laughing maniacally.
If I’m going to get really honest, I’m usually so exhausted that simply washing my face and brushing my teeth are monumental achievements. It’s just such a grueling day.
And what, pray tell, am I doing that is so tiring? Am I the ruler of a small country? CEO of a multi-million dollar business? Successful brain surgeon? Rocket scientist? Astronaut on the international space station?
No. I’m only a mom.
One of the things that I think is so amazing about the blogging world, specifically the mommy bloggers out there, is that through sharing our experiences, our successes and failures, our hopes and fears, we help bring attention to how important and how taxing being a mother can be.
I’ve had to become an expert in nutrition, health, medicine, psychology, superheroes, religion, humility, balance, self-care and patience. WHY DIDN’T THEY HAVE A MAJOR FOR THIS IN COLLEGE?!?!
No, really, that Russian Drama course I took has certainly helped me with my parenting. No matter how grim things seem, they are always more upbeat than any Chekhov play.
The wealth of blogs out there also show how there is no one way to be a mom. There are working moms and stay-at-home moms, there are moms who love attachment parenting and others who need more space, there’s about a bazillion different opinions, sometimes just from the same mom (cough cough, been there).
I’ve been so happy to see non-mommy blog posts and videos that give props to just what it takes to be a mom. While I do have pockets of down time during the day, being the mom of three little people sure does take a lot of doing. From the moment I get up until the moment I close my eyes, the bulk of my energies are focused on them, on the things I do to take care of them, on ways to make my job better, to help them become their best selves.
No wonder I’m so tired!
As any mom will likely agree, it’s so worth it. Every bedtime snuggle, every little “I wuv you,” every boo-boo we kiss or lego creation we assist with is precious.
Jewish tradition teaches that each child is specifically given to their set of parents. We are meant for each other, and are uniquely suited to raise whatever children we are given (this counts for non-biological children, too, btw).
So if you happen to be feeling beaten down by refused dinners, boycotted bath times, crib escapes and other hijinks, chin up. You’re doing the most important job in the world, and no one can do it better than you. We’re all allowed to be human; no one is expected to be perfect. Each day is a fresh start, and there’s a whole community of moms here, ready to root you on.
Go team Mom!