Curbing my Complaining {Because I am Thankful}

Ladies, let’s just be honest: being a Mom is by far the hardest, most demanding job we will ever have. It is also the single most important job we will ever have.

There are sleepless nights, days you want to pull every last hair out, times you sit in the car and cry because you feel like such a failure, and times that you feel like the meanest person in the world. But, there have been times recently in which I have been reminded that I am so blessed to be able to call myself a Mom. I am just as guilty as the next of “wishing away” the minor annoyances of raising a child. But, sometimes, when you talk with a friend who has suffered a miscarriage, or a friend who has been trying for years to no avail to become a Mom, it makes you sit down and stop whining about those minor annoyances and start writing down what you’re thankful for.

I wanted to share some of those things with you all, in hopes that you may also find some time to sit down and reflect on your blessings with your littles.

Just having my daughter is a blessing. As I said earlier, I have friends who have tried for years and have been unable, and friends who have experienced the grief of miscarriage. So, on those days that are seemingly unending and frustrating, I remind myself that just having those frustrating days is a blessing in itself. Although I DO need my own time and space now and then, I am selfish to wish away any day that I get to wake and go to sleep being a Mom.

She is healthy and thriving. I am thankful each and every day that she loves to learn and that she is healthy. And although learning and being healthy means she is inevitably growing up MUCH faster than I am ready for, she IS healthy, and growing. Some days, watching her read and write is more than I can take, because I remember her as that tiny baby in a crib not so long ago. But, I am thankful I get to watch her grow up.

I am thankful that she can talk to me. Yes, sometimes that can be a curse, but hear me out on this one: My daughter is six and she can tell me all about her day. The good, the bad, what frustrated her, etc. She tells me what she is afraid of, what excites her, and she asks questions about things she wants to understand. I am thankful for having open communication with her each and every day, even if some days we don’t really like what the other has to say.

I am thankful for her unconditional love. She has taught me so much about how easy it is to love without reservation. Not just with me, but with her other family and friends, as well. She has the most beautiful and forgiving heart of anyone I know. I am so thankful for that, especially in the society we live in now.

Her enthusiasm for discovering new things is so inspiring to me. She pushes me each day to think outside my little box. To think outside of the 40 hour work week, the homework, the laundry, the ROUTINE of life. When she stops in the middle of playing outside to pick a flower and her little eyes light up. Such a simple thing, mundane to most of us, but new to her. I am thankful for her genuine enthusiasm of anything new coming into her world.

She is the only person who can make me step outside of my own fears, to show her courage, and to show her that she must always try things she is afraid of (i.e. roller coasters, as I am absolutely mortified of heights).

I am thankful for how she has changed my life. When I think back to the days before she came along — the days of the week were spent living for the weekend plans, the nights were late, the mornings were sometimes difficult, and my world simply revolved around me. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but on a completely different level all together.

Now, my weeks are still spent living for weekend plans — plans to go to Dollywood, or shopping, or ice cream, or play dates, or trips with her. Nights are still late, sometimes doing laundry or because she is sick. Mornings are still difficult at times, not because I’ve been out socializing into the wee hours, but because my sleepy girl just wants to cuddle rather than get ready for school. My world now revolves around her — what I can do to see her smile, to help her become a good person to be around, to teach her not only the good stuff I know, but to let her know that if she does something bad, I’m still going to love her, and we will get through it. I am SO thankful for her and how she has changed my life in every possible way.

So, my point is this: There are plenty of reasons to stress, be frustrated, and wish away the hustle and bustle of this season of life. Let’s just choose to be thankful for what God has given us. Thankful for the sink full of dishes, the laundry that never ends, the car that never seems to be clean. Thankful for the kids that want our help with homework and still want our shoulder to lay their head on at the end of a busy day.

Let us just remember as we enter into dance recital season, t-ball season, or whatever “season” we are heading into that it inevitably means late nights after an already long work day, that we are blessed. There are SO many people who are aching to have what we have as Moms. We are fortunate and we should all remember it as we innocently complain to a friend or co-worker, that maybe they are one of those women who wishes to be where we are, but can’t. Or a woman who has suffered from infertility, or miscarriage.

It’s not to say that we shouldn’t be able to vent. We should. I’m just suggesting that maybe we take a step back the next time we need to vent and remind ourselves of just how fortunate we truly are.

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