I’m pleased to be hosting the May Mom Blog Tour today!
The May Mom Blog Tour is a great concept created by Christine Marie and Nadia Romanov (my thanks to them for inviting me to take part!)
Here’s the idea – instead of celebrating moms for just one day in May, why not celebrate them all month long with a blog tour! There are posts from all kinds of talented women writing about all aspects of motherhood, so be sure and follow along.
Here’s a list of all the great blogs on the tour.
There’s also a Twitter hashtag so make sure to watch #MayMomBlog on Twitter for new posts!
I was never one to back away from a challenge.
Honestly, the easiest path has never called to me. I have always gone for the more complicated, the busier, crazier life. I don’t mean crazy in some wild, there-are-naked-pictures-of-me-waiting-for-blackmail way. I just mean that if there’s something I want to do, for the most part I do it. I say yes and ask questions later. Or at least I get as close as I can, so that I know I’ve done what I can to shape my life into what I want it to be. If it is something I want badly enough, I’ll face the risks and know that more often than not, that’s how I’ve wound up with some of the best things in my life.
Sometimes you have to leap, and then look for the safe landing….or you’ll never get off the ledge.
Motherhood is sort of like that. I can remember being young, and boldly saying I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have kids, and true enough my husband and I were together ten years before having the first of our two kids. I think we needed to have that time to live, to move around and figure out what our life was going to look like if we started a family.
I remember being happy when we decided we were ready, and I was very excited to discover I was pregnant for the first time – but let’s be honest. There were a few nervous moments of ready-or-not and I-hope-we-meant-it once I knew for sure. We’ve all had them. But you have to take that leap. You have to decide that even though you have no idea what’s coming, no idea what your family might look like, what the future might hold – you are willing to jump anyway. You jump out of a life that allows unlimited sleep when you are tired, clothing that only you spill upon, and nights spent out on the town without a second thought to sitters. And you jump into a life that for all you know might be the end of your sanity.
That sounds tempting, doesn’t it?
Motherhood is this crazy trip. It’s hard to explain to people who don’t have children (and bless anyone who decides not to have kids, if it isn’t your gig, don’t do it. Honestly, don’t.) There are times when I don’t even know where to begin to tell someone who hasn’t been there that I spent the day holding, caring for and cleaning up after kids, and yes, I showered this morning and did my hair, because I’m stubborn that way, but that was 14 HOURS ago and oh, the things I have seen in those hours.
For all the sweetness I experience with my children, there are moments that can honestly only be taken with a large dash of humour. If you can simply smile and shake your head because the kids are drumming on everything, that’s great. If you can laugh and hug your kids when they get mad, have accidents, yell or stamp their feet, you have a good chance of survival in this crazy job of parenting.
Being a mom always seemed to me like the most normal, average thing I could possibly do. After all, it seemed like everyone was doing it….it was the expected path. Perhaps that’s why it took me some time to get there. But once I did, boy, did I ever learn fast that it was going to be the hardest job I’d ever had. The rewards come by the truckload, thank goodness, but this is not for the faint of heart. If you can’t make dinner while easing a toddler away from the stove while listening to your six year old tell a story of how a friend was running around being “Wienerman” at school, while unpacking a lunch kit and organizing homework, well, let me suggest you get yourself a pet… maybe a monkey, or a raccoon. I hear they are less trouble.
Motherhood is what happens in between the kisses and foot stamps, in between the yelling and the whispering. It’s what gets you out of bed in the wee hours, again, to check in on a child in need. It’s what gets you up in the morning to make sure everyone is where they need to be by 9 a.m. And it’s what keeps you going when it feels like you can’t find a balance between work, kids, home, life, and love. When you hug the kid who yelled at you five minutes ago, you’re doing it. When you can stay calm when one or the other kid seems to be losing their grip on things, you’re doing it. And when you love them, and tell them so, no matter whether they are happy, sad, sweet, angry, clean, dirty, anxious, stormy or loving, you’re doing it right.
Growing up enough to be a mom, and to stand in this role, day in and day out, taking responsibility for two young lives…being able to make sense of their past for them, to support their present and to guide their future? It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done.
But I’m so glad I leaped.
I wouldn’t change one wild moment of the ride.
Make sure you check out tomorrow’s post over at Transplanted Thoughts and keep up with the tour as the month carries on!