This one is for the mama’s in the thick of it, when sleep has become an abstract concept, when a second of alone time seems like only a made-up fairy tale, when being able to take a bite of your meal without sharing it with a tiny little person seems like a luxury.
I remember those days well. I had three amazing little blessings in a three-year time span. It was hard and beautiful, and the most difficult thing I have ever done. There were days filled with spit up, blow out diapers, endless amounts of drool and snot coming out of my babies, and I remember thinking that this will never end. I will never sleep a solid 8 hours, I will never not be covered in some form of goo, I will never be that happy go lucky girl that I used to be. The day I brought my youngest home from the hospital I had a three-year-old in pull-ups, a 15-month-old just walking in diapers, and a newborn in my arms, I was overwhelmed. As with most things in life time passes, you grow and adjust, figure out what works and what really doesn’t. Most importantly you learn to go with the flow because somedays that is all you can do.
I used to get incredibly irritated when women (with the best of intentions), would say, “Enjoy this time, it goes by so fast, one day you’ll miss it.” I would smile politely, while resisting the urge to back hand them. All I could think at the time was, “How will I possibly miss THIS?” Because when you’re in the trenches and it seems never ending, it’s hard to imagine that you will look back on those times fondly, but, trust me you will.
This picture is of my baby girl taken a few months before she turned 3, I love the marker on her chubby little cheek, and I love it because it’s the last time I remember her falling asleep on me and carrying her to bed. That’s the hardest part of all mama’s, there will be a last time. The last time you rock them to sleep, the last time they crawl up into your lap to hear a story, the last time they hold your hand in the parking lot, or the last time they come into your room late at night for cuddles. And believe it or not, those women were right, it does go by too fast, much too fast, and you’ll find yourself wishing you had been a little more patient, cared less about the mess and played a little more. So, hang in there mama’s because this season will end, and you will long for it in ways you can’t begin to imagine.