Happy Mother’s Day to all of the beautiful, strong, resilient and deserving moms out there!
Being a mom is the most demanding, overwhelming, exhausting yet fulfilling experience one could have. I was never prepared to be a mom. I’m not sure you can be.
It’s all new and most of the time you have to go with your instinct.
Sometimes I feel like I am the worst mom.
Then my boys see me and they are excited. They run up to hug and kiss me before I can make it through the door. And in those moments, i remember i must be doing something right.
They are the most lovable kids you will ever meet. I intentionally try to pour so much into them that they get tired of me. I never want them to not feel loved. They are my world.
There isn’t anything on this earth I wouldn’t do for them. I hope they know that. Being a mom is hard. My patience runs thin most days, juggling work and their activities.
But, I can’t imagine not having my boys. Life is loud, chaotic, messy, and rowdy but so full of love.
I became a mom almost 11 years ago. Time has definitely passed by.
Shocked, scared, nervous, all was an understatement of what I was feeling. My son was born on 29 May 2015 at 1230 am.
I labored for over 12 hours, the only person I needed and wanted was deployed and I ended up having a c-section. The level of exhaustion I felt that day was unfathomable.
Everybody wanted to take pictures, laugh, joke around, hold my newborn all while I felt alone. Disassociated. I was heartbroken to not have my husband there.
I was heartbroken that my husband wasn’t the first person to meet our son. I was heartbroken that pictures were shared on social media when I asked for them to not be.
I was heartbroken that no one had messaged my husband 1st instead of trying to be the 1st person to post him. And honestly, i dont think i was ok for a long time afterwards.
7 years later, we decided to start over. Lol, my youngest made his arrival on 20 Jul 22 via c section as well. This pregnancy was different in a lot of ways. My husband was there.
It was just him and I. He got to see our youngest 1st. He got to cut the cord. He was the first to hold him. The first to take a picture.
The first to post or share a picture and his arrival. Watching him experience everthing he missed with our first healed someting in both of us
Through motherhod, I have learned something important: I cannot lose myself in the title of mom.
Yes i am Bryson & Maverick’s mom.
Yes, I will be always show up for them, but I deserve to pour into myself too.
If I don’t fill my cup, I can’t continue pouring into them.
So today, I am making sure I pour into myself.
I hope you’re doing the same. Because you deserve it.
From one mom to another.
See you in the next post!
