Dear New Mom: You Are A Rock Star
This letter is just as much for me as it is for you. This week has been rough so far. The Little Monkey has not dealt with daylight savings time well at all. This moment is the first time he’s had a decent nap since Saturday (that’s 4 days of no rest). And when this child is over tired, he screams and yells and screeches. I am one tired and annoyed mom; I close my eyes and I can still hear the pterodactyl screeches.
So, I am writing to encourage you (and myself) that even though we have those horrible days (the kind you wish teenagers could see to understand that motherhood is not, after all, glamorous), we are still the best moms for our kids.
The first few weeks are so hard! I look at how far we’ve come and how much we have learned in the last four months and I’m amazed. We are no longer “just surviving” each day. We play together, have conversations, and go have fun with friends. There are new challenges: teething, time changes, and more growth spurts. I am now a champion nurser, diaper changer, and baby whisperer. Years and years of making up random songs on the spot about whatever nonsense I’m thinking of is now being put to the test since Caleb thinks it’s hilarious.
It’s days like Sunday that make up for all these hazy, when-will-it-end kind of days. And is it just me, or does it drive any one else crazy that the kiddos will be terrors for us during the day and as soon as Daddy comes home, it’s all smiles and giggles. This is hard work, ladies. But it’s so worth it.
My mom keeps reminding me these are the important years. These are the years when you love on your kids so much that they grow up knowing you’re their #1 cheerleader. These are the years when you pour your blood, sweat, tears, and prayers into their little lives so that they would go off to school as confident little people, ready to conquer the world. These are the years when you earn your right to be called Rock Star.
That’s right, I said it. You’re a Rock Star. Long days and late nights with those babies makes you a Rock Star in my book. I want to just run up to you, give you a huge hug, and yell in your face, “You’re awesome, you’re doing a great job!”
So on these endless days when you just want to scratch your eyeballs out, remember that you’re doing it. The days are long but the years are short (anyone know who said that first?).
And if anyone wants to teach Caleb to say, “My mama’s a Rock Star,” I’d be okay with that too.