I was going to write up Eli’s 8 month post, but I think I will post that tomorrow. I have something else on my heart so I am just going to go with it.
Today was one of those hard days. Mommas, you know what I’m talking about.
One of those days that makes you want to bust out the front door and go screaming down the street while simultaneously sobbing in hysterics and clawing your eyes out.
Now, let me first say this, I know I am SO BLESSED. My baby is healthy, he is (except for this week) happy, he is thriving, and he is HERE. He is present in my life and growing before my eyes! I know I am so lucky. God has given me the greatest blessing that I will ever receive. I love him to the moon and back and always will, but that does not negate the tough days.
I think it’s important we talk about the tough days we have as moms because those days are truly what I think make us a mother. The days where I just want to curl in the fetal position and wave the white flag are the exact days that cause me to grow that tough mother skin. You know, the kind of tough mother skin that will help us get through all those boo-boos, toddler tantrums, broken hearts, and any of those other scary and hard moments we don't like to think about. The kind of tough mother skin that will cause us to stand in front of a bullet for our babies and that will cause the mother bear of ALL mother bears to emerge if ANYONE brings any harm to our precious and crazy bear cubs. Hell hath no fury.
These days. These tough days are the ones that will give me that extra push and prepare me for those next tough days to come.
I feel so bad for him and there’s nothing I can do. Tylenol, frozen wash cloths, teething toys, frozen waffles, rubbing his gums, teething biscuits, you name it and I’ve tried it and while they do provide a quick fix he is typically done with them in five minutes and throwing whatever it is I gave him across the room and proceeding to bawl and reach for me. It is breaking my heart. I tried to take him out today and we did manage to get through a lunch with some sweet friends of ours and that was honestly the brightest point of our day and then it was all downhill from there. He had 3+ meltdowns in the mall and proceeded to scream like a banshee in the car on the way home.
I officially have it out for all teeth. Yeah, all you teeth out there! You really suck! Why do you have to hurt so bad when you arrive?!
My head is pounding and my body aches because he won’t let me put him down for one second (and this is going on day 3) and I can’t stop counting the minutes until daddy comes home so I can give my aching arms and back a break.
..and then there’s that ray of sunshine when I get that text message from my husband, “I am heading back.”
I sigh a breath of relief. I made it! I did it! I got through today!
And you know what mommas? You can make it through today too. These dark days will continue to come and we will continue to push through with that tough momma skin we are developing and we will make it.
Because we are moms.
That’s what we do.
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