Hello there, mama.
You look tired. Has this been a day? Trust me, I know those days.
Come here and sit down for a minute. I want to tell you the story about a photo.
Let me set the scene: a Monday evening in late January of last year. My husband had been working like a dog for over a week. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I had barely seen him for days.
The kids were just getting over their latest in a series of winter illnesses and they were post-sick crabby and tired.
It had been a long week already, and it was only Monday. I was tired from flying solo with sick kids, tired from responding to sick calls in the night, tired from… well… everything. I was deep in the winter doldrums, longing for sunshine and fresh air.
On this night, I was trying to wrangle the kids. It was time for a tub and I needed the kids to go to bed ASAP in order to preserve the last remaining bits of my sanity.
That’s right: I was wishing them to bed. I was counting the minutes left in this hell-of-a-day.
Of course, when my children are over-tired and coming off of an illness, they don’t act tired. Instead, they behave like wild hooligans. And that’s exactly what was happening on this night.
While I walked the upstairs hall, picking up discarded clothing for my next round of laundry, I begged the kids to get in the tub. My daughter obliged but the boys were out of control. They ran, naked, shrieking up and down the hallway.
Meanwhile, I had the familiar throbbing above my left eye that migraine sufferers are all-too-familiar with. Because of this, I didn’t want to raise my voice over their already-too-loud havoc.
Eventually, somehow, I managed to corral their wild little bodies into the bathroom and get them into the bath, which at this point was lukewarm. While my sweet girl scrubbed herself clean, the boys continued their antics- this time, with water. I pleaded with them to wet their heads, to use shampoo, to use a little soap, to calm the heck down. They responded with peals of laughter and abundant splashing.
I was losing the battle, running out of steam, silently berating myself for having been a grouchy mom all weekend. My daughter stepped out of the bath and I handed her a towel. At that moment, my youngest finally poured water over his head but he did so in such a wild manner that the water ended up pouring down my entire left side, soaking my shirt and pant leg. The boys erupted into raucous laughter.
I didn’t have an ounce of energy left. I didn’t yell, I didn’t say anything. Instead, I sat down on a nearby bathroom stool. It was probably the first time I had sat down all day. This was my white flag, folks. This mom was done. Toast. Kaput.
It was at that very moment, as I sat on that stool and watched the puddles on my bathroom floor grow in size, that my daughter approached with my iPhone in her hand. “Mum,” she said, “You look beautiful today. Can I take your picture?” My sweet girl is the kindest little soul. I smiled for her photo because how could I not, and plus, as I said, I was too tired to budge. She took this photo:
I love this photo. I think it captures the essence of motherhood.
When I look into that mother’s eyes, I see a mom who is tired. I can tell she has a headache – I can see it in her eyes. But I see something else, too. I see a genuine smile, a look of love and of gratitude directed toward a very sweet girl. I see a look of understanding that, even on the days when we feel that we are failing miserably, our children see past it and love us despite it all.
Even on our worst days, we are creating something very special as we help these little people navigate their way through this crazy world. Motherhood is a sacred, miraculous job. It is messy. And loud. And utterly, completely, mind-numbingly exhausting. But, it is a short season and we must remember that there is beauty in the mundane. There is joy in the ordinary. There is happiness in the chaos. My daughter was wise enough to recognize it that night and capture it forever, and for that I am grateful. Children are our wisest teachers.
So, the next time you find yourself sitting on a potty stool with wet pants, a migraine, a burgeoning bad mood, wild children, and a mess to clean, know this: even on your worst parenting days, being a mother is a beautiful gift and a very short season.
Cait co-hosts The Homeschool Sisters Podcast and is co-founder of Raising Poppies, a community for parents of gifted and twice-exceptional children. Cait is also founder of the Family Book Club at My Little Poppies, a fantastic community of book-loving parents and the Gameschool Community at My Little Poppies, a vibrant community of gameschoolers.
Cait is a contributing writer for Simple Homeschool and GeekMom. Her work has also appeared on The Huffington Post, The Mighty, and Scary Mommy. You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram
Latest posts by Caitlin Fitzpatrick Curley (see all)
- Coffee and Books: A 5-Day Series - February 23, 2017
- Around the World Stories: Stealth Learning at its Best - February 20, 2017
- Homeschool Voices: A Series of Personal Stories - February 16, 2017