Bribes, compromises, negotiations, empty threats: Is it not what this whole mommy thing is made up of?
We do not have a 9-5 kind of life, we do not even have double shift weekends. Ours is 24/7, ready to drop everything for someone else’s needs. It is wonderful, it is beautiful, it is the greatest thing imaginable. It is exhausting–much more so than I ever thought possible
I try to be super mom, I really do. Most days I in fact wake up dedicated to this very thing. Then, I get out of bed and suddenly it becomes a simple act of survival.
I give in. I give out. I wish to collapse for just a moment. I bring forth bright, happy smiles who have just been handed a sugar loaded, artificially flavored treat. I shove the pile of toys over, sit down in the middle of my crumb infested living room floor, and share the sugary delight with my little loves.
I sit and I realize: it is okay, we are okay. We are in fact thriving–thriving despite the sugar and occasional French fries, the late bed times and co-sleeping habits, the bribes, the giving in to the temper tantrums and budging of the rules; the buying two of the exact same toy because you are much too exhausted to teach sharing at the moment.
Despite it all, we are thriving.
I will most likely never be supermom and I am okay with this. Some days I give in to the little things, but never the big ones: love, hugs, kisses, and cuddles, affirmation and praise, dancing and singing and laughing and shouting. I never go a day without expressing their beauty, their ability, their talent. They may get away with a screaming fit, but never without hearing my deep love for them.
I am often tired; I often give in.
We are okay. We are surviving, even thriving. We are loved.