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The Reality of Being a Mom

Last night was rough.  E was up every 60-90 min until four.  After that, she woke up every time I tried to lay her down.  I got maybe 2-3 hours of broken sleep.  I was beyond frustrated and have found lack of sleep makes me angry too.  My husband had to go out of town for work again this morning, so I was solo getting the kids ready for the day.  I was frustrated with N and yelled at him.  Basically, just not how I wanted the morning to go.

But being a mom means sacrificing a lot.  More than you even expect.  You know there will be sleepless nights, but you don't realize just how rough it will be.

Being a mom means you have to hurridly eat your meals or eat them cold.  Or maybe even eat them one handed while you hold the baby with the other hand and help your 5 year old do something in between bites.

It means having to sit in the back seat sometimes because your son asks you too even though you don't always want to.  And sitting on the couch, but having them both right next to you, so you no longer have your own personal space.

It means you are almost always multi tasking.  When we first brought E home, I remember having to feed her and then make my son's dinner with the other.  He likes me to play with him, either with his toys or with his video game, so I usually simultaneously do that while holding or feeding the baby.

Being a mom means you end up squished in one corner of the bed because your son comes in at night and wants to sleep on your pillow, even though you have a king sized bed.

It also means getting frustrated and yelling, even though you said you would never yell at your kids.  And getting fed up because they didn't listen to you even though you asked them to do/not to do something at least 10 times.

Having two kids means you often feel like you aren't giving them both enough attention.

Sometimes it means feeling inadequate all around.  Like there isn't enough of you to go around.  There isn't enough to be a mom, go to work, be a wife, and also make sure you have enough time to yourself.

But being a mom also means being proud of every little accomplishment they make.  The first time they smile or roll over.  The first time they read the line of a book or do a math problem.  You never stop being proud of your children's accomplishments.

It means wanting the very best for them and doing whatever you can to make sure they get that, even if it means sacrificing on your end.  The sacrifices are all worth it.

Most of all, it means loving someone more than you ever thought possible.  And watching them grow up and change, which is so bittersweet.

You see things all the time saying to take the time to appreciate the moments because they are only little once.  I honestly feel guilty every time I see these.  Because you simply just can't always appreciate every moment.  Sometimes you are frustrated and sometimes you are tired.  And that's okay.  It doesn't make you less of a mom and doesn't make you love them any less.  It's true, they do grow quickly.  But as long as they feel loved and supported. I think that is the most important thing that you can give them.  A safe place to come to.

The pic below is when both kids fell asleep on me.  But I decided I really wanted a picture of it so I could remember the moment.  It was after a particularly rough day where I got frustrated with both of them and was not happy about how the day had gone.  But at the end of the day, I realized they both knew I loved them and both felt safe with me.  That is why I wanted this moment captured.


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