Written By: Raeanne Gallo
Being a mom is weird
It’s the greatest contradiction
Like your existence is being mirrored
Every fear is feared
And your plate is cleared, clean slate, your own childhood hurts are being cured
While your inner child cheered,
The present you is really just trying to make it through
How you can be so happy and tired at the same time
Balancing between teaching them to follow the “order” and letting them shine
Nothing is harder than the sound of their whine
And yet we wouldn’t trade it for silence anytime
Being a mom is a gift
But absolutely nothing and no one can prepare you for how your life will shift
The contradiction again, of loving being a mom and wanting to live the life before
even for just a moment more
You wouldn’t trade your kid
You love this human so much but you catch yourself wishing you could do what you once did
Yesterday she said she couldn’t do it anymore and yet again
She woke up and got that sweet smile out the door
Running on empty she still finds it somewhere in there to cook, clean, laugh and play
Ask this tiny soul “how was your day?”
Being a mom is hard
And the days are long
Just when you think you don’t have what it takes to do it anymore, you do
Because you are “mom-strong”
It’s a strength like no other
You can see it, watch as a woman who is tired, defeated, lost in her own identity and retreated still wakes up every day with love in her heart and she gives and gives on an empty part to this tiny human over and over again
Because it’s a strength like no other
That, is the beast of a Mother