Such an idealistic image of what motherhood is….. and motherhood definitely has moments of looking like this.
Yesterday was not that day for us. My youngest, O, was running a fever. Wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t drink anything. She had to be carried everywhere, refused to walk. The only thing that made her remotely happy was throwing my iPhone 5 across the room in a rage of tears & then chasing after it before anyone could grab it (we stopped that game real quick.)
Not a single dish was clean. Not a single dish. There were legos, coloring pages, super hero figurines, & crayons, strewn all throughout the house. This has been about a week of children being sick, so it’s utter chaos. Supper for Lboy was finger foods served on a paper towel while holding a feverish toddler on one hip, while quietly muttering prayers under my breath begging God that we didn’t get a phone call from our realtor telling us they had a showing on the schedule for this morning.
Motherhood (parenthood) can be kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic.* But you know what? This is my job. To be mom. Moms know that it’s our job to wipe noses, cuddle, & love on our kiddos when they’re sick. And that those things come first. Before jobs, dishes, & non-finger food suppers, on the days that aren’t so picture perfect. And I am not willing to waiver from that, not for anything…..
Not even when the baby falls asleep in my lap……naked. Butt.Naked.
*1000 points to the person who can tell me where that line came from.
And a HUGE thank you to Todd for running to the store & then coming home to cook us both supper. Couldn’t live without him.