When I was pregnant with my first child, I was a preschool teacher. For eight hours a day, I was involved in the lives of 40 little people… well.. more like for 3 hours I was involved with 20 and then 3 more hours I was involved with 20 more. I had an hour break in between. I had an assistant. I had another lady that came in and assisted me with one child who was “a handful”… to say the least. I had a speech therapist that came twice a week and took a few of the kids for some of the time. I had a playground just outside. We had activities… art, PE, library, school assemblies…. I thought I was tired then.

I went into work by 7 and left no later than 4. I came home and napped while my husband cooked dinner. I was so pampered during that pregnancy!

When I was pregnant with the second one, we moved twice. I didn’t have to do much in terms of packing or unpacking… no one would let me. My job was to take care of the first born… who was twenty one months old when the baby was born. He was a rock star nap taker while I was pregnant. He would sleep for like three hours every afternoon. I would nap every day when he napped. I thought I was tired then.

Pregnancy with number three showed me levels of tiredness that I had never known… but still my older two napped for the most part in the afternoon… I could still catch a few winks in the afternoon.

Now… pregnant with number four… I am homeschooling the first two and trying my hardest to keep the toddler from destroying the house and herself. I “go into” work around 7 and don’t leave. This is a twenty- four hour a day job.

Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. Motherhood is dirty. Motherhood is smelly. Motherhood is life in the trenches… an uphill battle. You have to know the names fifty stuffed animals. At any time, you must recall random facts about dinosaurs, ocean animals, birds, leaves, etc. You have to know who had the unicorns last when playing My Little Pony, keep up with whose turn it is to open the van door, help with the dishes, take a bath first, etc.  You must be careful to treasure every scrap of paper they bring to you… because they made it just for you… and keep up with every flower and weed they pick for you… because they picked it just for you.

You try to survive the day… you try to write down the cute things they say and did because you know you want to remember, but your brain only has so much room. You try not to cry over spilled milk.. but come on… you just mopped the floor!

Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. Motherhood is missions, discipleship, teaching, training, loving, crying, praying, striving, resting, laughing, refereeing, cheer-leading.

It’s tiring work… but it sure is rewarding (most days)!

Motherhood- It’s Not for the Faint of Heart

One thought on “Motherhood- It’s Not for the Faint of Heart

  • November 10, 2011 at 11:58 am
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    I agree! Motherhood is not for the faint hearted. It is the most hardest thing I have ever done (and am doing), butt he most rewarding. Thanks for the encouragement.

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