the other day was one for the books. it was one of those days where my emotions slid chaotically on the scale from
"i am losing my sanity" to
"god, how did i get so blessed to be their mom?" all in a matter of thirty seconds, give or take a few. tears brimmed my eyes from the moment i woke and hung about there all day, waiting to fall into a puddle on my cheek. the only word to surface in my frazzled mind was
help. on the outside when in public places i smiled and put on a brave face, but on the inside i was begging, pleading, just needing someone to help me.
why wasn't anyone listening?! in retrospect asking for help seems like a novel idea. next time, next time.
i suppose it never really occurred to me (pre kids, of course) that being a mom, albeit absolutely amazing, is the hardest thing i would ever do. and sometimes, just sometimes, the seemingly little things, such as endless diaper changing or correcting naughty behavior or encouraging politeness or wiping runny noses can seem drowning if one doesn't get a break or some sort of respite throughout the day. a constant stream of tending to those little things, although in the scheme of life not so very little at all, can well up without warning and result in an ugly cry as despondency pervades.
it is in those trying times that an empty toilet paper roll can ensue a meltdown, i'll have you know.
as i cleaned up one mess, three more were being made behind my back. i turned my head as if on a swivel and in that moment felt like an utter failure as parent. i thought to myself, "
why is this so hard for me? what i am doing wrong?" out of breath and out of hope, i needed a break. a nap. a hot shower to wash the day old mascara on my face and perhaps even another coffee just for good measure. some stillness or quiet would have done the trick but my anxiety swirled into a loud storm that i could not escape, everything billowing in the breeze around me.
and then stella
finally laid down after we went back and forth for an hour. the abc's humming from here room stopped and i made that coffee that i so desperately needed. i scooped up my theo bear who had been wining to be fed for some time and sat with him at our dining room table.
it took some courage and patience, but told myself out loud to breathe.
just breathe, amanda.
as he started to nurse i looked into his deep blue eyes. they smiled back at me and told me just what i needed to hear.
that i am doing my best. that even though i never hear it from the little mouths i feed and bathe and read to and rock and rub and cuddle that
i am a good mom. he told me in his smile. he made it all better.
like butterflies, a multitude of blessings started swirling about in my overly tired mind. i tried to catch each and every one in my net, to preserve them for safe keeping. just like that, an idea came to me. a blessings jar. a little jar to contain my moments of happiness in motherhood and life. a concrete place that holds my joy and inspires my not so good days to becomes better ones.
that afternoon i made my jar and started jotting down memories filled with happiness and laughter...
- that one time stella told me "wow mom!! you yook beutiful" in the target dressing room when i was trying on too tight of skinny jeans.
- or the way theodore nestles in under my arm after nursing, hiding from the world with me as his protector.
- or the way he grins at me, mouth full of milk, during a midnight feeing, spilling most of it on our sheets.
- or when stella comes in my bedroom just to give me a kiss and a hug, then closes the door behind her gently.
- or when stella said she was "really, really, really, happy" when we took her to see christmas lights.
and since then i have been picking up scraps of paper and scribbling down my blessings, placing them one by one in my jar. some of them are rather trivial and most sound absurd to random reader but they are
my blessings and i consider them quite dear. they are a piece of my heart that can help my post partumness get out of a funk when need be to remind myself that i have it
real good.
i mean, real good.
because mothers and fathers everywhere need to stick together and we should
always have each other's back, make a jar of your own if you think it will help you in some way. i suppose you don't need to be a mother or father, per se, to make a blessings jar. but if you are, and you have days that a are more daunting than others this might be a simple solution to help you seek joy.