Motherhood is a subject everyone and their mother writes about…yup I went there. And if you don’t want to read another post about it stop now. You have been warned.
I have known I wanted to be a mother pretty much from the moment I understood what a mother was. Well what I thought a mother was.
Motherhood is so much more than what an article, a book, a piece of advice or a class from a “pro” tells you it is. Nothing and I mean nothing can and will prepare you for motherhood.
It is a bunch of awful stuff you never expected. Crying because your baby won’t sleep, crying because you just want to eat. Cleaning up puke, cleaning up piss, cleaning up crap, lots and lots of cleaning. Its screaming and frustration and it kind of sucks sometimes. Your not supposed to admit that though.
I have never known what I wanted to do with my life job wise. I have many passions, too many in fact. Everything I have ever tried or started I either quit or found it wasn’t my niche. I’ve spent a long time feeling like I needed to do something, be something and be a success. And I wasn’t and I couldn’t because my perfect profession hadn’t been born yet.
All the things I am good at make me good at being GB’s mum. Those skills that didn’t work before those things I loved about myself but that held me back? Well now they help me soar. I am imperfect. I am an imperfect wife and mother but I am perfectly imperfect in a way that makes me the best possible mum for my son.
And all that cheesy, oooey gooey goodness they do tell you about well its real.
My nose was made to nuzzle my sleeping sons cheek. My arms are thicker than I’d like because boy is he heavy. My hips stick out so he can sit just right. And my heart is extra sensitive so I can feel everything he does.
The next time someone asks me what I want to do with my life I will gladly tell them I want to keep being the mother my son deserves because boy its a tough job but the pay is great.