Being a mother has wonderful days and a few challenging ones. But no matter what, it is very important to be grateful for the time you do have with your children. This was the motivation behind this beautiful poem that has been getting a lot of attention lately.
The poem, published on the Facebook page, Tales Of An Educated Debutante, details a day in the life of a mother in a way that a lot of mums will relate to. From the moment she got up and began her day with a cup of coffee to snuggling with her son at bedtime, she shared it all.
I had a nightmare that woke me and I rose to make my coffee. Mothers begin.
I packed lunches, put dry cereal in bowls and helped look for and talk through the debacle of a missing social studies notebook. Mothers listen.
I tiptoed so as to not wake up my husband because he had a really tiring day yesterday. Mothers understand.
I drove everyone to school and forced myself to go to the grocery store. Mothers persevere.
I had lunch with a friend and worked for several hours. Mothers juggle.
I cleaned out a closet, a corner cupboard and kitchen cabinets. Mothers toss.
I had a sitter take my littlest to the park and I worked some more. Mothers continue.
I made dinner and we ate nearly all together. Mothers cook.
I asked my husband to pick up our son and a friend from soccer practice. Mothers plan.
I watched my daughter give her all in karate class. Mothers cheer.
I made people take showers and put their dirty clothes in laundry baskets. Mothers teach.
I watched the news with my significant other and we talked about guns. Mothers connect.
I ignored plates and dishes and leftover chicken divan so I could get someone in their footy pajamas. Mothers prioritize.
I heard about the missing social studies notebook and how it had been found on a table at school. Mothers smile.
I snuggled up to my precious son who shall be four next month and in that moment autism didn't seem so scary. Mothers learn.
I lay beside him as he fell asleep and thought about the day and the gift of time. Mothers slow.
I wonder what will happen tomorrow as a million things rush my mind. Mothers worry.
I grow hot beside the little boy dressed in fleece and still, I remain. Mothers know.
I never did get a shower or put real clothes on. Mothers sacrifice.
I will miss my birds when they fly the nest though I wonder if Amos will ever fly away. Mothers hope.
I adore motherhood and all that comes with it even when I forget to remember. Mothers love."
Her experiences and the day's special moments were so wonderfully described that you will find yourself nodding along as you read her words. Then once you reach the end, all you want to do is go and snuggle with your own children.
Such moments as packing lunches, driving the kids to school, and even find the time to connect with her significant others were very aptly described.
As a mum, it's so easy to feel like you are drowning in the many things you have to do. You have people depending on you and somehow, through it all, you have to make time for your own needs. The days go by really fast and you are constantly in motion, being so many things to so many people. But, the writer of this poem wants you to remember that it's okay to slow down and savour the moment.
Being a mother often feels like a roller coaster ride but don't get so obsessed with doing it all that you forget to actually enjoy the great moments.