If you know me, or if you’ve read my blog, you know that I struggle in motherhood. In fact, often, I feel like I’m colossally failing. So when awesome momblogger JesusAndWine asked me to be a part of the Rocking Motherhood Challenge, I must admit, a part of me wanted to run away. But I also knew this would be a good opportunity for me to learn to give myself some credit, something I’m not the best at doing.
It’s somewhat ironic that I would finally be able to sit down and write my reasons for rocking motherhood today of all days. This morning I woke up shortly after 1am to the sound of my 4 1/2 year old’s hesitant and soft voice at the side of my bed telling me she’d had an accident. I was surprised as she hasn’t had an accident in about three years, but I figured since she’s been sick that maybe she was too tired to wake up. My husband got up to go check her bed because he smelled something, well off, while I told her she could sleep in our room. *Cue husband’s gagging sounds and cries*
Our daughter had a not-just-pee accident in her bed. Whatever bug she had been fighting the past few days had moved down to her digestive system and now it was in her bed. Bless her heart, she had tried to clean herself up before waking us; she wiped herself down with wipes and changed clothes; but in the process had left trackings of the-thing-that-shall-not-be-mentioned all over her bedroom, hallway, and bathroom floors. I stripped her bed and all affected stuffed animals, cleaned the floors and tossed her linens, stuffed animals and clothes in the washer and scrubbed her mattress with CLOROX and upholstery cleaner while my husband showered her and put fresh pjs on her. It was not a fun night. She cried, though we assured her it wasn’t her fault and we weren’t upset with her, and my fecal-matter-sensitive hubby gagged the entire time.
That was at 1am-ish. This morning I take my potty training toddler potty several times between the hours of 8am and 10am only to have it be false alarms. Twice I even sat with her with a book for over ten minutes because I KNEW with that many false alarms that she was going to poop soon. I sit down to begin working and suddenly its eerily quiet. Like a scene straight out of a horror movie; I stand up and start calling her name with a nervous question mark and quiver in my voice. I find her in the kitchen hiding behind her table and holding her blanket completely still. Sure enough, she’d pooped. For the last week; every single day she’s had a #2 accident in her undies. I’m at my wits end. SO. MUCH. POOP.
But this post is about how I’m rocking motherhood…ironically. So, dig deep, Momma!
Reasons Why I’m Rocking Motherhood
- I advocate for my kids. Whether its at the doctor’s office, in academics, in extra-curricular activities, or sometimes even within family situations; I’m always advocating for my children. That’s not to say I excuse poor behavior or believe my children are angels; I am their mother after all. But, I also know when I need to speak up for my child. A few weeks ago I learned that my eldest didn’t yet know her alphabet after almost two years of preschool. Her teacher tried to imply that my daughter perhaps had a learning issue. I know my kid, and I knew she loved learning and that this didn’t sound like her. So I sat with her one night and after only an hour, my kid knew and could identify letters A-G using flashcards, felt letters, and tracing. The problem was the teacher. I later confirmed by observing the teacher when I volunteered. The point is; I stepped in for my child. Fortunately, she only has another month at that school and then she’s off to a much better learning environment.
- I do my best to provide experience opportunities. I constantly strive to plan and organize outings, activities, and other experiences for my kids. From playing with ladybugs in the front yard, to a bubbles station in the backyard, to going to the movies and movies on the lawn, to strawberry fields, to beach outings, zoo visits, ice-cream socials, tea afternoons… I’m always trying to enrich their lives with experiences and quality family fun and bonding.
- My girls know love. Because my children feel loved, they know love. I often will catch my girls playing together out of the corner of my eye and I’ll see one of them kiss the other or offer a hug without prompting. My youngest often puckers her lips to kiss Mami or Papi unprompted. My girls love each other and can express it because they are being raised in Love.
This was a challenge for me in every sense of the word. Specially today. But I’m truly grateful to Jesus And Wine for challenging me to do this! Once in a while, we just need a little nudge to encourage us to give ourselves a break and a well-deserved pat on the back.
I want to continue the uplifting nature of this challenge and I nominate the following mombloggers to take on the #RockingMotherhood Challenge:
Click on their names to read their awesome blogs and learn how they’re #RockingMotherhood
To learn more about this challenge or to take it yourself, you can visit WhiteCamellias