My baby turned ten months old last weekend. Ten months of the hardest and best thing I’ve ever done, this being a mom business. Some days I’m surprised I’m still standing on the amount of sleep we get. Some days I’m surprised I haven’t pulled my hair out (oh wait, half of it fell out anyways), but I have definitely given way to many tears. Some days I wake up feeling completely motivated, believing I can do anything I set my mind to, and other days I feel completely overwhelmed by the lack of check marks on my to-do list.
Being a mom who works at home is the hardest thing I’ve done. Being a mom in the middle of the night (or all night) when your baby won’t sleep without you…while trying to maintain your sanity…the hardest thing I’ve done.
But then there are the squeals and the giggles, the tugging at my legs and the wet kisses and sleepy snuggles. There are the baby hands and toes that I still cannot get over. The swirl of hair on top of his head. The way he pulls down the big, cozy blanket off the couch and cuddles and tumbles with it on the floor. No matter the pile of things to stress about, there is joy in these little things. Knowing you’ve been entrusted with this sweet, little being, who needs you and wants you and depends fully on you…
The thing is, through it all, I get to be a mom and that’s the best.