"This too will pass"
"The hours are long but the years are short"
I consider myself in the throws of motherhood with my WAHM status and two young kids. My days are filled with meeting the 3-foot-and-under crowds' needs... and I LOVE IT. Really, I do. I know there are many posts out there that talk about those not-so glamorous moments of being mommy and I get those. I read them and say "yup, that was my day." However, this is not one of them - those moms are far funnier and capture the moments perfectly. But sometimes I don't think we always take time to be thankful for being mommy when we are in the tough parts.
Whether you work in or out of the home, whether you are single, married, or neither. It's tough... and fun... then tough.... then hysterical. Now, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but in my "not so great moment" yesterday I had an ah'ha. That ah'ha had to do with the quote above.
Let me set the stage....
It's 5:15. Baby is hungry, Boy is clingy, and Husband should be home any minute to relieve me so I can meet with a client at 6. I've (sort of) made dinner and I'm just trying to get dressed and look like I am a professional. My daytime attire is casual so when it comes to looking nice I tend to try on 18 outfits before settling for one I feel "eh" about. It's chaos. Really. Chaos.
Then it happens. With Baby in my arms, Boy literally hanging from my hips the words cross my lips:
"Buddy I just really need you to leave me alone. Ok go... shoo.... now"
I know what you are thinking, "I've said worse" but like many things in life it's not what you say but HOW you say it. In that moment my tone did not convey love. It conveyed annoyance, impatience, frustration, and probably much more. 3 minutes later I'm cuddling a boy who is sobbing because he just wanted to give mommy a hug before leaving. *cue mommy tears
It wasn't pretty but life's not always pretty. So I turn to my truths. Those things at the core for me being mommy. Beyond the laundry, the clients, the blog, the kitchen. Beyond the educational games, clean floors, and piles of books. In my heart, and in my truth, I only have words and time that connect me to my child.
So what did I do?
Well, after we both picked ourselves up off the floor we had a Replay. I went back into the bathroom, had Boy play along and when I said "action!" he came into the room and hung on my hips. This time, I stopped, knelt down, looked him in the eyes and said
"Mommy I just want to give you a hug"
** Proceed with biggest one-armed bear hug imaginable (because Baby is still hanging in there)
Then Boy went off to play in his world of imagination, I pulled some form of professional look off, and the world continued on to another day.