Today was one of those days where I was counting down the minutes until bedtime. If one more person under 3 feet tall says my name, I think I’m going to explode, and it isn’t going to be pretty. I tried to do all of the right things. I made sure that my quiet time was a priority, ate healthily, avoided sugar, and gave each kid undivided attention. But as the day draws to a close I am done.
Let’s face it not every day can be an exceptional day, even if we do all of the right things. We are a bunch of sinners living together in close spaces. As I sit down to gain some sanity at the end of my day, I remind myself of some truths, that I would like to share with you moms.
These days won’t last forever. Cherish the moments, yes even the bad ones. I often think of my mom, who lost my brother at the age of seventeen. For her even after a rough day, she would give anything to pick up after my brother again, to hear his loud voice, screams, or laughs.
My Grandma told me once that each day she would remind herself that tomorrow her kids were going to be a day older. How she spent her day determined whether that was something to be grateful for or sorrowful over.
Having now nursed six babies in my motherhood journey, I can tell you that it hasn’t always been easy. One would think that it would come completely natural, but unfortunately, that is not always the case.
Right off the bat let me say it can be painful at first. Usually, the reason for this is a bad latch especially if the pain continues past the first week or so.
Within the first week, you can get chapped and be in pain just because it’s all new, even if you are doing everything entirely correct. My favorite balm to help soothe chapped nipples is a product called Earth Mama Angel Baby Non GMO Natural Nipple Butter Nursing Cream. I know, I know that names of some of these things make me laugh, but if you are in enough pain to need it, you will not care what they call it.
Recently, in conversation with an elderly friend, the question was asked, “What is one of the biggest things you have learned in all of your years of mothering and being a wife?”
She thought for a minute, and her response was, “I learned that I needed to wake up each morning and purpose to die to self that day: especially in the years of mothering. If I didn’t purpose to do this, things usually went awry.”
There is so much truth in that statement. I started to think about my daily interactions. What are things that anger me? Why do I get so frazzled? Why do I get overwhelmed?
Being a self-proclaimed half crunchy mama, I love wearing my babies and babywearing is a pretty big deal in the circles that I run.
Full on crunchy mamas will tell you that babywearing is an absolute must for the first three to twelve months your baby’s life. Some will even say there is another trimester after birth that you are to wear your child for its emotional well being. While I am not completely in their camp, I do see numerous benefits to baby wearing.
I’ve tried to cook, clean, and fold laundry all while wearing a baby and I have yet to get completely comfortable in doing so. Even so, I do love wearing my babies.
Surprise mom-to-be, you’re pregnant! You have nine months to prepare for this precious event. So what are the must haves? Although every store, magazine and online resource are clamoring to load you up with all of the “essentials,” I tend to take a more simplified approach. So after six cycles of pregnancy and delivery, today I want to break down my list of prenatal and postpartum must haves as well as hacks that have become essential to my maternity journey.
There are so many “experts” on everything so don’t hear me saying that you must do these things. I offer them up solely as what I have discovered over a decade of child rearing. I want this to be a starting point for new or young mothers to begin building their list of birthing dos and don’ts.
Every day I wake up to several children that have hit the ground running. I roll out of my comfortable bed kicking and screaming because I’d like a few extra hours of sleep. Sometimes I think to myself what in the world was I thinking?
I totally thought this mothering thing was easy. My Mom made this whole “life” thing look easy. She didn’t even have the benefit of Pinterest to come up with creative fun cute amazing projects. She didn’t have the community of Facebook. Heck, she didn’t even have Google to consult for all of our “life-threatening” illnesses and diseases. How did we ever survive?
Today was one of those days. I felt the weight of all of my tasks falling down on me. I had cleaned and organized for days, only to look around and have nothing to show for it.
I worked hard.
I’m tired of working hard for what seems has no reward.
My children weren’t particularly bad, but it just felt like every single one needed me at that exact moment. About ready to burst, I found myself breathless. I was feeling physical symptoms.
Doing what any Supermom would do I carried on trying to be strong. Eventually finding myself in a quiet room nursing my precious baby asking myself, “What am I doing?” Why in the world did I have all of these kids? Why did I choose this life?
I am a self-proclaimed half crunchy mama. According to urban dictionary, “A Crunchy Mama is a “Mother, who supports homebirth, breastfeeding, babywearing, cloth diapering, co-sleeping, gentle discipline, etc. One who questions established medical authority; tends to be vegetarian and prepare all-organic foods.”
While I am a home birthing, home schooling, baby-wearing co-sleeper I wouldn’t necessarily identify with the hippy aspects of that definition. Our family doesn’t wear organic clothes, eat only organic foods or do cloth diaper. (too much work)
I remember the day very well that I made the switch from being a working mom to a full time stay at home mom. I couldn’t believe it; I was so excited to have days home with my kids. My husband and I prayed for this for what seemed forever. The first few weeks were amazing. I absolutely loved it. My husband loved it. My son loved it. My son was so happy that I could finally do school with him all day.
I would like to tell you that the honeymoon period never ended but that would be a lie. I began to feel worthless. All I did every day all day was clean up messes, do laundry, change children, cook, clean up some more, and do school. It was just a continuous cycle, and I found myself becoming very discontent.