Something nobody tells you about raising kids before you become a momma, is that you will not have one single moment to yourself. Everybody tells you how beautiful and perfect being a mother is but never how hard it is. For some reason, they start telling you that the moment you are pregnant. Only then do you hear all these horror stories of sleepless nights, colic babies and whatever else you can think off. But, you are so wrapped up in your glow of this tiny human growing in you that you do not hear a single word of what they say.
Your perfect, neat, organized life will become absolute chaos and every single moment you have will be dedicated to raising your kids. Not forever, but especially in the beginning when they are so absolutely, completely dependent on you. And I know this is how it is meant to be but it still does not mean it is easy!
The moment you wake up (or rather they wake you up) you start running after your kids, get them dressed, fed, vitamined, ready for school, ready for the first nap, sterilize, clean up, change a nappy, feed, burp, tummy time, second nap, lunch – maybe for you, definitely for them – play, entertain, pick up kids from school, dinner, bath, bed time stories, bed, clean, sleep – maybe, probably not.
Tomorrow you start all over again. Except, just when you think you have this momma thing down something new happens. They get teeth, they get tonsillitis, whatever, something to mess up the near organized routine you created. And don’t even get me started on that moment when you actually want to leave the house at a certain time! How do they always manage to loose just one shoe!
Somewhere in this running, playing, runny nose, dirty hand world it is so easy to loose yourself, who you were and who you wanted to become. Each day we are so focused on raising these tiny humans that we forget to stop and do something for us. Yet the moment we do, if we are not judged by society for it, we judge ourselves. We really are our own worst critics, aren’t we?
This chaos, this beautiful mess, at some point becomes a part of your world and you can either let it over rule everything that you are or you can embrace it. Make it a part of who you are, but not the entire you. Run and play, but stop and have a sip of wine. Change a nappy and then turn around and get on with your work, studies or whatever made you, you. Each morning, get up, put on your big girl panties and face this day, this beauty. Not just for them, but for you. Embrace the chaos and make it magical for this moment, this time, will last but a second.