Being a mother can sometimes be overwhelming and exhausting. Oh, and you can forget about that thing called sleep. There are also the doubts and guilt that you can’t help from feeling: ” Am I being a good mother? Am I neglecting my husband?” You find yourself pulled in so many directions, followed by a to do list that is never ending, housework, work, prayer, life, love, joy, and sadness all mashed together in one weave.
There’s also the worry about being able to afford college, clothes, books, and sports. There’s never enough money or time, but there is poop, lots of poop. There will also be broken crayons, legos all over the floor, and food in every crevice imaginable, all at the feet of a 3 yr. old with an insatiable appetite for adventure. ” I wonder what will happen if I poop here? If I paint the walls with Vicks will mamá notice?,” I can almost hear him thinking.
Mamá does notice and sometimes wants to crawl right back into bed and shut the door. Yet, the wheels of life must keep turning, and meals must be made, clothes washed, and floors cleaned. At the end of the day I’m not a successful chef who runs her own restaurant, as I might of envisioned when I was younger. I’m nothing exceptional to the world, just a stay-at-home mom, but you know what? To a little 3 yr. old someone, I’m the most important person in the universe, and that’s all that matters. At least that’s all that should matter.