As I lay here holding my precious Justin I think about how rough we moms are on ourselves and each other. Some day all we can do is just survive.
I’m on day 3 with very little sleep and an emotional roller-coaster after my three month old not only isn’t sleeping well, but still doesn’t know how to use his tongue after his lip and tongue tie revisions. That’s a whole other story for another time… a time further down the road when I’m far less emotional about the subject (and… cross your fingers that eventually I get more sleep).
To be a mom is to constantly be needed. It’s the uncertainty of getting help from other places. It’s having to ask for help when we really want to do it all ourselves.
A few weeks ago I was at a restaurant with family and I went to the restroom alone. Going to the restroom without a baby strapped to you. Without holding someone’s hand and telling them not to mess with the door handle. No, please don’t look under the stalls. THIS! This felt like vacation! A trip to the restroom? How sad is that?
No one yelling “Mommy!” No one tugging at me or my breasts in 5 different directions.
Sometimes we’re so hard on ourselves as moms. We are constantly looking around us at all the things that could be better. I am no where near perfect and if you’ve seen my house, it needs a lot of work. It can be so hard to sit and relax when laundry, dishes, blogs, need to be completed. Or dinner needs to be made. Do you ever think I just made dinner? Can’t I have a night where we just eat cereal?
BUT, some days are just about surviving.
Some days are full of dishes in the sink, toys on the floor, and laundry in every corner of the couch because all you can do is make it through the day.
I’m writing this as I nurse my three-month-old who has given up napping this week. Some days these moments are it. Let yourself just be. Be a mom. Let the rest go. The clothes. The dishes. File the papers later. Worry about unreturned text message later.
Some days surviving is enough.
Some days we need to take a real break. Ignore the piles in front of us and work on the meditation and prayer. Work on the deep breathing and girls’ night out. Work on just being us.
If this blog doesn’t make any sense or seems muddled and confused, let this be a testament to lack of sleep. Be kind to all the Mommas and Daddies out there, for you never know who is running on empty with very little sleep for days.
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