Today's post was written by my sweet friend Deborah of My Life at Playtime. I can't say enough wonderful things about her: she is so kind and fun and adorable. Her site is full of beautiful parties, super cute kids, and wonderful thoughts on parenting and marriage. Be sure to check out her site and follow her on Pinterest, facebook, and instagram. Thank you so much Deborah for sharing this post with us.
I’m so excited for Carla and her family who welcomed another little boy into the family! And I’m also thrilled to be guest posting while she snuggles and enjoys all the newborn-ness that comes along with him.
I decided my guest post would be a little raw and a little honest. When people find out I have three kids I often am asked questions like: Is having 3 really hard? They’re usually trying to gauge my reaction and see if it looks like I’ve washed my hair recently, if my shoes match and how dark the bags under my eyes appear. I usually respond with “being a mom can be hard” but then I smile and also mention “I wouldn’t have it any other way”.
However, there’s nothing harder than being a mom when you have sickness in the house, no matter how many kids you have. I went back in the archives since my memories seem to be dulled over the years and found this piece I wrote which puts life as a mom in perspective.
When I say ‘being a mom is hard’ I don’t mean it the challenging mental hardness that comes from making up words like I think I just did. No, it’s hard in the emotionally draining and physically exhausting part. Hard in the ‘I think I'm going to die if I have to wipe one more nose, stare at first grade homework for one more minute, or reason with a child on how biting does not count as communication’. Hard in the ‘I'm so sick of dealing with illnesses that are not even my own that I'd rather be sick myself’. That kind of hard.
Rewarding? Of course! Absolutely!
But really really hard.
Not every day, but definitely on sick days.