We’ve all had these days (or weeks, or months,) where in the midst of changing diapers, sick babies, cleaning up the house for the ten thousandth time that day, incessant whining, and the everyday, sometimes mundane, tasks, that we begin to say to ourselves “I’m just a mom.” But momma, hear me out: You are SO MUCH MORE than that, and when you need a reminder, just say these things to yourself:
I am the kisser of boo-boos.
I am the preparer of sandwiches, made just the right way.
I am the calmer of tears and the quieter of fears.
I am the only one who knows just where to rub on my baby’s forehead to get her to close her eyes and go back to sleep.
I am the finder of her prized lovey.
I am the one who knows exactly where her head fits on my shoulder.
I am the best peekaboo partner.
I am the interpreter of toddler lingo.
I am the disciplinarian.
I am the tickle monster.
I am the reader of books.
I am the tea party guest.
I am the singer of favorite nursery rhymes.
I am her educator.
I am her comfort.
I am the maker of toast and the opener of string cheese.
I am her mommy, and no one else can do that job better than me.
There may be a million other people in the world better than me at many things, but I was made to be her mother – no one else. You see, there are so many little things, so many tiny details and intricacies, that make our babies special and that make our bond with them so special. There are a million “I am nots” that could be said, but that is beside the point. Yes, it may not seem as important as life-saving surgery, building infrastructure, or feeding the world, but raising our children is a very important job. One of the most important jobs we have.
Our babies are here not only for us to teach them, but for them to teach us – about the world, about ourselves. They push and pull us and test our limits more than we ever thought possible. But they are supposed to do it, they are MEANT to do it. And your little curious explorer was given to you to help you, just as you were given to them to help them.
So on those long days, momma, repeat these things, or something similar, to yourself. You’ve got this. You were made for this. They never said it would be easy, but they said it would be worth it. And if the mantra doesn’t help enough on its own, add a glass of wine, or a spoonful of peanut butter, or some ice cream to the mantra. Call your best friend, or gather your mom tribe for tacos and queso. I can assure you that you will get through. You’re not alone in this difficult and exciting journey. You are the mother to your baby, and no one can do it better than you.