I love being a mother. This can be surprising to some people in today’s raw honesty world. Facebook posts are usually those where people talk about hiding their kids, drinking coffee or asking the clock to move forward. I can understand why these posts are so popular. There isn’t one parent who hasn’t experienced those feelings at some point.
If you ask me how I feel about my life, I will tell you that I love it, even if I am afraid of appearing to be a smugly happy person. It’s true. The years I spent at home with my daughters will be remembered as some of the most memorable years of my entire life. They are filled with so much joy. I love to be the one who gives hugs, plans our days, prepares our meals, and is just with them. This life is perfect for me, and I love using the #blessed that’s often criticized.
It can be isolating when I make statements like this. The adolescent bonding of women through slapping their own bodies has now evolved into slapping one’s view on motherhood. If you tell people that your children are driving you insane, you will get hugs and sympathetic looks. But if you say you had a great day with them, you’ll likely get a raised eyebrow and polite half smile.
It’s not inauthentic for me to shout how much I enjoy being a mother. It’s not because I am a super mom ( hahaha) but because I discovered that I suffer from a severe case of Mom Amnesia.