I feel like I’m JUST getting the hang of this mom of 3 thing aka motherhood and my youngest is 7 months old… I mean, it’s freaking hard!
But people older and wiser than me tell me all the time that these are the BEST years. These years… like I am IN IT right now. I am so deep into motherhood with a 4, 2, and 7 month old, I don’t think my younger self would recognize me! When people say “enjoy every second” I want to punch them in the face. When people tell me these are the best years, I want to say… are you F’ing kidding me?! Because this shit is hard and it’s ok to not love every moment.
BUT recently, when someone who has done this before comes up to me and says, these are the best years… I’m starting to believe them.
My poop smeared and throw up stained and god only knows what food is in my hair and/or on my shirt self is starting to realize… wow, these are the best years.
Because my oldest is not so little anymore and all of this really is going by so fast. I feel like in a blink of an eye, my creations… MY babies will be grown.
The other night, I went to bed without rocking one child to sleep or without waking up to a cry or someone calling mommy. My children are awesome sleepers, but I have 3 young kids and generally there is always something one of them needs in the middle of the night. For example, helping with the potty, finding a fallen stuffed animal, putting in a paci, needing one more snuggle… But last night there was silence. The silence that I always beg for and crave! I finally got my alone time and honestly had a good night sleep. All of this is great, but I found myself CRAVING my babies. I missed them… and right there, in that moment, I realized it. This is going by way to fast and I need to enjoy the present and the season of life I’m currently in rather than wishing it away.
I’m already starting to pine for the days I get to rock my babies to sleep or have late night cuddles in bed or hold them when they are sick or scared or when they actually need me. The admiration in my 3 littles eyes for me is something I cherish, but before you know it, they will want nothing to do with me and I will have to fight for their time.
I’m starting to realize these are the best days. These long and difficult days but short years.
And yes, I don’t have to enjoy every second of motherhood, but these days are what life is all about and I’m finally starting to understand that. I find myself holding my babies closer. Trying to smile when I’m on my hands and knees cleaning up that 3rd spilt milk, and trying not to cry when laundry is piled high or my house is destroyed from snacks, toys, and clothes all over or when they just won’t sleep. I am also trying to laugh more.
Laugh when life is so chaotic that you can’t recognize yourself, because in a blink of an eye this time will be over and life will regain its sanity, but the littles will be grown and you will realize these days, in fact, were the best years. 🖤
(Read about my c sections here)