You are mother. Mom. Mommy. Mama. A superhero in sweats. A hero in a hoodie. And even the smell of fresh vomit or a trash can of dirty diapers can’t take you down. You work long days and sometimes even longer nights. You laugh until you cry and you cry until you fall asleep. Sometimes. But it is worth it.
They love you. They trust you. They think you are the best, the brightest, the most intelligent. Every coloring sheet scribbled and flower picked by the wayside is for you. Every note with misspelled words. Every offer to clean the windows with spit and paper towels. To them, your cape flies high, your eyes shine brightly, and you make the greatest grilled cheese the world will ever know.
Love the one they love. It is okay to love yourself. While they rest, so should you. Grab a book and relish in its pages. Sip on some hot tea from a beloved mug. Paint your nails bright red, wear your favorite shade of lipgloss. When others offer to help, let them. Allow them to give you respite so you can spend a little time in the quiet. Or a Mom’s Night Out with other ladies who found the one shirt that was clean to wear out in public. They love you too.
It is okay to buy a movie sized box of candy at Target and eat the entire box on the way home (I am totally fine with it). Find your favorite dress, light those candles and have desserts and good conversation out on the back porch with that husband of yours, with the fireflies dancing and the faint smell of those diapers wafting from the trash can indoors. Life is sweet. You are mom. Mother yourself as you would mother your littles.
Because one day the house will be empty, that laundry will finally all be folded, and you will have sweet memories of young motherhood and how taking just a little time for yourself left you refreshed and renewed.
Then you will call up those children of yours to see who’s hungry. Grilled cheese is on the menu today.