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Motherhood is the biggest blessing!
I heard that phrase over and over. Mothers who were uplifted and fulfilled by their families who sat with their kids endlessly playing and doing creative activities. Those moms are wonderful and awesome and inspiring.
But I’m not one of those moms.
To admit that pretty much rips my soul out. I love my daughter and my family. I adore watching her learn and grow. I love our family time. But the toddler days have been long. They have been draining. And they have been dark.
Motherhood is a journey, and it is full of some of the most amazing blessings, but also some of the darkest and loneliest days.
The tantrums, the breakdowns, the battles day and night. Over and over. Strong willed children push your limits beyond what you could ever imagine in your pre-child life.
I’m an introvert. Quiet, contemplative. I enjoy my peace and quiet and simplicity.
And she is the exact opposite. A tornado. Loud. Active. Messy.
Certainly much of that is normal toddler behavior, but when all the other parents give you sympathetic looks while you run across the parking lot again, for the 7th time in 10 minutes, you start to feel like you are failing somewhere.
If you’re in this place too, sweet mama, I feel your frustrations. And you are not alone.
I’ve been realizing how much I have to work on my heart and my mind to stay positive and be the best mom possible, even when it’s hard. And this journey is hard.
It has not been the two years I thought it would be. And there’s no secret to making it magically better. But that’s part of this road. This broken, challenging, rewarding road. It’s only the beginning, and it’s preparation for what’s to come.
Every part of the journey is important. These moments mean something. Even the dark ones.