Last Week my oldest woke in the middle of the night screaming. I went into his room, he was laying at the foot of the bed. I started rubbing his back trying to comfort him praying his younger roommate wouldn’t wake up as well. I couldn’t get him to calm down or to tell me what was wrong. I started feeling around for what made him start screaming, that’s when my hand found it…a pile of vomit.
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Being a mom has its moments. The warm and fuzzy kind like the first time they say, “Mommy” or “I love you” my little guy always says, “Mommy, I miss you” pretty sure he means love instead of miss, it’s cute either way. But being a mom also has its MOMENTS…. like the barfing moments, the yelling, the not wanting to brush their teeth moments, the plain whining moments. It’s rare but sometimes it seems like the bad moments take over and you forget about the warm and fuzzy moments. That is why it’s so important to have time outs for moms too. I like to take a timeout to reconnect and remember all of those fuzzy moments.
Before I was a mom I wouldn’t have ever considered holding another persons boogers. I didn’t have the patience to wait until all the snow buildup and icicles were kicked off my vehicles. I wasn’t late for everything. I wouldn’t have read the same book 500 times in a row or voluntarily shared my entire meal because even though both of our dinners came from the same pan mine just tastes better. Before my boys I hadn’t ever been barfed on or pooped on or expected to wake up at all hours just to get them something to drink.
When it comes down to it, I wouldn’t change it for anything. Even with the gross human stuff that comes along with being a mom, I’ll take it. Knowing that I have the power to calm them down with sound of my voice and that I have healing powers in my kisses that makes those rough nights worth it. I’ve never felt more like Wonder Woman.
Back to that hellish night when my hand found the barf, I spent the entire night in the bathroom. If it wasn’t my oldest it was my youngest coming in and taking his turn ralphing into the porcelain God. That was interesting only because it was his first time ever puking. He was scared and didn’t know what was happening to him. I did my best to comfort him but there is only so much you can do when they are screaming with stuff exiting their mouth at the same time. The unfortunate thing about the situation is I’m still exhausted! The bottom line is…it’s still worth ever single minute to me and I wouldn’t trade in one.
Much Love,
Jes xoxo