Is that what I just heard? Oh please tell me I heard those words! Did I misinterpret? No… cannot be. I am 99.99% sure I heard a “you’re right Mom”. This may very well be one of the single best Mother’s Day ever. How often as a mother have you heard those words?
What am I right about? Or maybe it wasn’t “You’re Right”. It was more like: “Wow Mom, I respect you about a million times over”. Actually, I am slightly exaggerating, it wasn’t a million times over but the word respect was definitely said.
What am I babbling about?
Today, Kaitlyn told me how much she respects me as a mother. More so than ever because she is now a mother of an almost 2-year old. She says: “Being a mom is really hard, and you make it look easy”.
I melted inside.
Being a mother frequently feels like wading through mud with rubber boots that are 3 times to big. Impossible to take a step forward without stepping out of your boots in the mud. You tug, pull, and yank one boot and finally free one foot, plant it firmly one step ahead only to have to tug, pull and yank all over again on the other foot. It is slow going and sometimes you are not sure you will make it through. But all the while you know you have to continue, if not for yourself, for your child. You do it over and over and over again not even knowing if trudging through the mud is doing a dang thing. Does what you’re doing really matter?
Today, I know. I know all the trudging, tugging, pulling and yanking was worth every second of all the incredibly difficult times (and with this girl – there was MORE than plenty of trudging).
All worth it. Parenting is hard, its rewarding, its discouraging, its draining, its a crazy mental game with inside and outside influences. You are wrong if you…., you are right if you…., your child will suffer if you… Parenting nowadays with media and information at our fingertips is a constant barrage of do it this way, don’t do this, feed your kids this, or buy them that.
She is right, parenting is hard. You are pushed to your limit and beyond at least 10 times a day. The rewards are unbelievable, but some days you’re not sure there will be any.
And she is doing it alone. Working and enrolled in college full-time is not easy – period – but doing it with a child is downright difficult. She does it, she trudges through that same mud, with those over-sized boots, in the name of motherhood. Because she knows, like I did, inside her heart, its working. Slowly, she is shaping, guiding, and loving beyond what she ever thought was possible.
Over the years I have realized children always love you, even when they think they don’t. They watch you, mock you, and then one day model you. You are never perfect, you make mistakes, you learn and move on. Raising a child is defeating and triumphant.
I love mothering my children, even through the mud while wearing really big boots.