There are two things you hear a lot when people find out you’re pregnant: “Kids are so much fun!” and “Your life is about to change” (dunn, dunn, dunnnnn). Both are true but the second probably doesn’t need to be said. I haven’t met anyone yet expecting a child who doesn’t already know–deeply, profoundly–that their life is about to change.
I remember standing in the bathroom early that Saturday morning waiting for the words “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant” to look back at me from that life altering little stick. I bought the fancy pants test just to be sure and it estimated how many weeks I had been pregnant too…3+ it said…so not only was I pregnant, I had been pregnant for nearly a month without realizing it at all. No one needed to knock on the bathroom door at that early weekend hour and tell me life was about to change, maybe remind me how to breathe, tell me it’s going to be ok, but the rest I already knew.
I snuck back in our bedroom all cool and casual-like, no big deal just a baby on board. Darren was still asleep so I sat the test on my nightstand and slipped back under the covers. When Darren got up I moved the test to his pillow and waited for him to come back. His face, his words, I’ll never forget. We were both happy. We wanted this. We spent the rest of the morning talking fast and excited about this amazing thing happening right before us.
Even with our joy and desire for this baby, there was still an almost suffocating sense of, “are we really doing this?” The feeling of no going back and the absolute permanence of change in our lives was undeniable. Even if we lost the baby, just having been pregnant and falling in love with a baby we wanted would leave us changed. There was simply no way to go back to who we were before that moment. And thankfully, no such loss happened. On a hot, sticky, middle of the summer day our long-anticipated baby boy was born. And certainly, after meeting him and holding him in our arms, a new level of change occurred and we knew again that no matter what happened from there, we would never be the people we were before that moment.
I used to be scared of this change; sometimes I still am. I am finding with each step into motherhood that the ominous warnings remain. Just wait, they say…
Until he teeths
And a million other stepping-stones along the way.
And though I’m sure they don’t really mean it this way, I sometimes hear in each warning…
It gets harder
It gets worse
You’ll never be good enough
But though I am only a little over six months into this parenting journey and certainly realize how very much I have yet to learn, I want to say something:
Motherhood is good.
Yes, it’s hard.
Yes, it’s exhausting.
Yes, sometimes I lose my temper, get frustrated, overwhelmed, sometimes I cry, feel lonely.
But there are so many other times when my heart is full to overflowing. Truly, I have never been so happy or at peace in my whole life. I love being a mom. And I love being a mom even when it’s hard. A week ago I was up all night with a crying baby. I held him, paced his nursery floor, cried, prayed…nothing changed. I took him to the doctor the next morning and found out he had an ear infection. That was a hard night followed by a hard day but somehow it was also incredibly fulfilling. Do I like staying up all night with a crying baby? No. But I do love being a mother who can hold and comfort her child when he’s hurting.
I didn’t realize before I become a mother that somehow all those hard times would actually be some of the most beautiful opportunities to enter in to loving another person and growing as a person myself. I didn’t know how satisfying it would be. I was afraid of the warnings and the change because I didn’t have the knowledge of just how oddly good those hard times can be. I’m learning not to be afraid of the “just wait” and the “it gets harder.” I’m learning that even though motherhood is hard, the hard parts are also some of the best parts and there’s nothing to dread. I wouldn’t exchange that night of pacing his nursery floor for anything; not because I’m a martyr but because I got hold to him and love him and be his mother.
Sometimes I think people (probably unintentionally) make motherhood sound too hard, almost daunting. Yes, of course it’s hard, but I wish we heard more about how wonderful it is. I mean, truly wonderful. Satisfying. Fulfilling. Beautiful. Joyful. Magical. Heart so full of love its going to explode.
You might be surprised by just how easy motherhood is in so many ways :]
7 thoughts on “Motherhood is Good”
Just what I needed to read (at 16 wks pregnant with my first baby, but having also lost an earlier pregnancy). Excited but also so nervous and sometimes overwhelmed by what is on the horizon. Thank you for sharing this!
Congrats on your little one…you really do have so much joy ahead of you. There will be days of course that aren’t fun at all and you’ll wonder what you were thinking :] But the good days always make up for the bad ones.
I love this post, Kari! It brought tears to my eyes. Like your mom, I absolutely loved (and still love) being a mother and it’s wonderful to read of you finding that same joy. It’s written on your face in the photo too!
I was always a little afraid I’d find out *after* having a child that I didn’t actually like being a mom. Fortunately, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Being a mother has brought so much joy into my life.
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It would be hard to add anything more to what you’ve just said…motherhood IS a wonderful gift, a joy, and so much more! I am so excited and happy for you and Darren as you travel this wonderful new path of parenthood. The new steps along the way…crawling, walking, teething…they are to be looked forward to and enjoyed not dreaded. ENJOY motherhood, I know you are!
PS This comment was put on by your mother who STILL enjoys motherhood even though all my little ones have flown from my nest.
It really is such a fun journey…especially now that he usually sleeps through the night ;]