home feels like a battlefield of screaming, whining and fighting children who are in a constant race to be at each other’ s throats …
And the mammas whose favourite seat is the toilet, hiding behind a locked door for a moment’ s peace with tears rolling down their cheeks and children banging on the door.
Here’ s to the mammas who hide in their wardrobes and store rooms eating that last gummy bear or blueberry cheesecake hoping that they won’ t be asked to share- just this once.
Or the mammas who sit in their car, alone, munching down the quarter pounder with cheese and fries in secret because they don’ t want anyone else to see or know them eat that stuff.
Here’ s to the mammas crying at night after yelling at her children for something small and insignificant so is now feeling guilty and unworthy.
And the mammas who are trying to juggle work and kids together; whose heart breaks every time she is forced to miss her child’ s sports days, award ceremonies and music recitals. Shout out to the mammas trying to find those 15 extra minutes to help with homework and extra practice just so her babies feel happy and confident at school. And to the mammas trying desperately to put those old jeans on because all she really wants is to look in the mirror and feel good about herself. Here’ s to the mammas worrying about money and how to give her children what they need. And the mammas whose nutritious meal didn’ t work out so she had to feed them instant noodles instead. Here’ s to those mammas whose laundry has found a permanent home on the sofa and the dishes are done bi-weekly instead of daily. And to the mammas who sit and cry in their car feeling guilty after dropping their babies off to nursery.
To the mammas who hide in front of her man because of the stretch marks and the scars from child birth, hoping that he doesn’ t find her unattractive. And to the mammas who can’ t physically leave the house because life is just too much to handle right now. When your headaches have turned into migraines and your ears begin to ache, just know that they don’ t mean to annoy you. Your children appreciate your patience.
When your back aches and your head hurts and you’ re desperate to lay down and get some rest … when the exhaustion and the frustration is too much to bear... When the support seems slim and the world feels like it’ s caving in.
STOP. Here’ s a few things to remember. Look at your children and remember that they have come this far because of your selflessness and love. They have overcome illness and emotional downfalls because of your commitment and devotion. They have felt comfort in knowing that no matter how tired or upset mamma may be, there’ s always mamma’ s warm arms for comfort.
Through all the exhaustion, the frustration, the tears … you’ ve got this … and you always will.
When those young eyes look up at you – they think you are perfect. They think you are beautiful and inspiring. When those hands reach out to hold you – they think you are the strongest. In their eyes, you can conquer the world. When you feed those little mouths – they know that you care that their tummies are full. When you reach out and hold your babies know that they don’ t want anything more. They just want you. Because you are enough. You are more than enough, mamma.
No fancy house, no expensive car, no toy or any other material possession can replace you and your love. Our children don’ t see our wealth. They don’ t see our designer handbags and they don’ t judge whether we choose a Big Mac or a greek salad. They choose us, only us.
Here’ s to the mammas doing it with an amazing husband or partner. Here’ s to the mammas who are doing it all alone … working, raising amazing children, cooking and cleaning a home and even studying … here’ s to you.
Don’ t sweat the small stuff … you’ ve got this … you’ ve always had it … and despite what you may think, the world knows and more importantly, your children know that no one can do it better than you. Happy Mother’ s Day www. society. qa 33