Let me just pause right here. This post is going to be blunt and straight to the point. Please, I do not mean to offend anyone, but these are my personal experiences with becoming a mother and raising two stubborn, mind-of-their-own, lovely little boys. The Glamorous and the Gross of being a Mom.
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When I became pregnant three years ago, I thought I knew how I was going to parent. I thought I knew how my children would act. I thought I had it all figured out. Boy, could I have not been more wrong.
Oliver presented himself in February 2017 and our lives changed forever. They talk about the newborn stage being very short and not to blink, but those long, sleepless nights feel like they will never end. You are constantly holding a little one, feeding them, changing them, calming them down. It can be a lot on a person or a couple. I remember those first few months, just being covered in either spit up, pee or poop. Finally, Oliver turned 1 and was a little more independent. He was not quite walking yet at the time but was close. Then, hubby and I were pregnant again. We had wanted our boys to be close but not 20 months apart close. There was no going back though. Oliver had been a really good baby so I had thought “Oh the second should be the same.” Again, COMPLETELY WRONG.
He made his appearance in October 2018 and our lives became even more chaotic. This child was the polar opposite of his brother. He did not sleep well. He was always fussy. It was rough those first few months. Emmitt is now 1 and sleeps through the night and other than when he is teething he is a happy little guy. Do not get me wrong, I love being a mom and I love my boys, but there are days when I want to pull my hair out and take a long nap.
I am a stay at home momma and it is wonderful, but I will tell you it is the hardest job I have ever had. I should know too because I used to teach delinquent juveniles basic Life Skills. When people hear that I stay home to watch our boys, they say “Oh you are so fortunate!” Yes, I am fortunate, but I miss adult interactions. I miss being able to hop in the car and just go wherever my heart desired. If I want to leave the house now, I have to plan ahead. And it never fails, as soon as I get the boys in the car, I either need to head back into the house to change a diaper or change an outfit of throw-up. Usually making me late for wherever I was headed. We are also currently trying to potty train, Oliver. I will be digging into that subject at a later date, but I have never been surrounded by so much pee in my life. The Glamorous and the Gross of being a mom!
I am outnumbered.
Everywhere I turn there are toys. The boys destroy the living room on a daily basis. I clean up something and as soon as it is in its place, one of them comes through and pulls it back out. It is a never-ending cycle of diaper changes, toys being picked up and arguments. Because of course, 2-year-old Oliver knows more than momma. But the reward outweighs all of that. Getting little random hugs just because. Having that same 2-year-old tell you “He loves you”. Watching them grow up to be wonderful little boys is the best. Being their momma is the greatest job I have ever had.
I have learned a lot in the past few years, and clearly have so much more to learn as they grow up. I am certainly no expert and will never claim to be one. What I want you to understand is, it can be very lonely being surrounded by little humans who just wreck your house on a daily basis. So, check-in on your momma friends. Check-in on your daddy friends. Ask them if they want the company. See if they want to get out of the house. Ask them if they want their kids watched so they can just take a nap. Just check-in.
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This has been my take on the glamorous and the gross of being a mom.
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