This is my mother’s day post.
I actually wrote this about 6 years ago. I got such great feedback, I even tried to get it published – but no, it’s still all mine. I hope you like it
Today, I am mother.
Today, I wake early, bundling myself and the baby. I make sure my son remembers his backpack, and push my daughter to hurry out the door, and then drive my husband to the commuter lot, because he forgot his glasses at work yesterday.
Today, I nurse the fussy baby to sleep in the sling while checking my email.
Today I struggle to squeeze shower, breakfast, lunch, and dishes in between the brief naps and moments of content play.
Today I spend hours nursing, comforting, babbling, playing with rattles and changing diapers.
Today I run to the store . . . is it shoes he’s outgrown? Sweaters she’s lost? My honey is out of shampoo? Or just the eternal need to feed the fridge and the pantry?
Today I make cookies with the baby and get chocolate on the sling.
Today I bathe the baby and change his outfit several times, but wear my spit-stained sweater as a badge of motherhood.
Today I whip up a quick, delicious, nutritious meal. I hold the baby and eat one-handed while listening to the stories their teachers told them today, or their friends, or their books. I have them dressed for Tae Kwan Do and I meet my husband at the door with his bag packed, making sure he greets the baby before he leaves again.
Today, while my family is working hard towards their next belts, I lay in bed, exhausted, with a crying, sleepless babe in my arms. I put him back in the sling and pace my room, eyeing the unfolded laundry on the bed and listening to the lullaby cd, a gift from my Canadian sister-in-law. I dont understand a word, but mothering a baby to sleep is the same in every language.
Today, after 20 minutes of pacing, I finally lay a sleeping baby down, still wrapped in the sling. Eventually I will find a chance to wash it.
Today, I am mother. Some day I will again be loving wife and sexy partner. Some day I will be valued employee and helpful coworker. Some day I will be singing my favorite song in the car at the top of my lungs, feeling full of myself in my favorite outfit.
But today, I am mother. Today my love for my family permeates every little task and makes it meaningful. Today will live on in the hearts of my children, and some day I will wash the sling again for my grandchildren. Today I am tired and overwhelmed and underpaid but well loved. Today, and for the rest of my days, I am mother.