Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there! You know, the ones with spit-up in their hair. The ones with glazed, half-open eyes who would give anything, ANYTHING, for a complete nap. The ones who would be happy just to be able to finish a sentence without having to get a snack or soothe a crying child.
I remember when I first became a mom. It's such an amazing experience. I looked down at my first baby, swaddled in a hospital blanket and lying on the bed beside me. The nurse had put him in the little crib thing at first but I wanted him right beside me. I was so tired and sore. I looked down at him and wished I could kiss him all over his face, fingers and toes. And then I realized that he was mine, and I could! It was a great feeling.
So many changes occurred after that. I started to carry a diaper bag instead of a purse. I realized how I had enjoyed unbelievable, humongous truckloads of time before I had children. And I had wasted it! I remembered the times I had whined about my homework with shame. I was probably lolling around on the couch when I said it, wondering whether I should watch TV or read a book! I was so naive! All of a sudden I was busy 24/7.
I remember my dental hygienist saying that when mothers told her they didn't have time to brush their teeth, she would think, "Yeah, right." When she became a mother she understood. I laughed and told her that when I was a new mom I remember very clearly thinking that I could either brush my teeth or wash my face, but I didn't have time to do both. That's because my son would start crying like clockwork at 7 p.m. every night and I had to be ready for the onslaught. And I guess I would have been ready before that, if I hadn't been breastfeeding, changing diapers, or playing with the baby!
I perfected 'the sway'. I realized this at a Christmas get-together. I was swaying gently from side to side, shifting my weight smoothly and humming softly, when I noticed I was getting a few strange looks. I looked down at the cheese plate cradled in my arms. Oh, that's right - my HUSBAND was holding the baby.
It became harder and harder to get it together. I mean, after you have one child, you realize how you had tons of time before that. Then you have two children and you realize you really weren't that busy with one child. He napped! For three hours! What you wouldn't give for THAT kind of time when you have two children. I won't even talk about the time factor with three children, because you get the idea...
I think we can all feel overwhelmed by the enormous demands of motherhood. Maybe there will be times when you too will look at your disorganized house, your not-back-where-you-want-it-yet figure, and you will despair. But I try to put it in perspective: those things are fixable, and not really that important in the whole scheme of things. And I have three wonderful children who I love getting to know. And maybe by the time they're ready to go to university....the house will be organized!