Being a mom is not a job…

It’s not something you clock in and out of. You don’t get a paycheck at the end of the week. Sick days and vacation days, those aren’t a thing. It’s 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year of non-stop caring for, feeding, changing diapers, worrying about, educating, kissing boo-boos, wiping tears, snuggling with, praying for, and unconditional never-ending love. It’s not a job, yet studies show that being a mom is the hardest job in the world. 

You know what being a mom is though? It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

Days are hard, I won’t lie about that. I’m a new mom of a beautiful 4-month old baby girl and I’m still learning and adjusting to this new life. I’ve gone from sleeping and waking whenever I want to learning how to implement bed time and being okay with waking up multiple times in the night. I’ve gone from a life of independence, coming and going as I please to finding child care when needed, planning out my day according to nap times, adding an extra 10 minutes to my leaving schedule to account for any mishaps with spit ups, and diapers before loading her in the car seat. Days I plan to get a lot done may completely change at the last second if she’s extra fussy, needs to eat, or maybe gets sick. I’ve learned to become flexible with my schedule, live off of less sleep, and just be okay with the fact that I’m probably going to have spit up on me at some point during the day.

Things like poop and throw-up used to gross me out. Now, it doesn’t phase me a bit. I used to be more conservative with my body and not talk about certain things…now, I have zero problem talking about things like vagina since giving birth and when I’m feeding her, if she pulls the cover off, (because let’s face it, babies move around a good bit when eating), well oops! You may see my boob but she’s eating so that’s what matters and there’s no difference between that and the models in lingerie stores. It’s a boob.

Being a mom has also made me more confident. Confident in my decisions of getting rid of toxic people in my life that I don’t want to influence my daughter. Confidence in my gut to tell me when something is wrong. Confidence in my body’s strength because it carried and grew my little one for 9 months and then delivered her into the world. 

Being a mom is also scary though. You’ve just given birth to a tiny human that you now are required to help keep alive, grow, and help mold this tiny human into a good person in society. Talk about pressure…

Being a mom though, is the most joyous experience in my life. Though it saddens me the bigger she gets because I wish she would stay little forever, I get to watch her grow. I get to help her learn new things, pick her up when she’s down, and watch her discover the world. 

Becoming a mom grew my heart 1,000 times bigger. I never knew it was possible to love someone so much. The best part of my day is when I get to snuggle my little bundle of joy and just be with her and my husband. 

Being a mom helped my marriage grow. R. J. and I have always made a great team…but it’s a whole different experience when you have a child. Now, I watch him with her and my heart just melts. I always knew he would make an amazing dad but seeing it happen in real life fills me with an overwhelming feeling of jubilation.

Being a mom is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Though it’s not a job, it’s something I will continue to work at to become better at. Being a mom is the hardest thing I have to do but the best thing I get to do. And I thank God everyday for this incredible blessing of motherhood. 

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