Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Motherhood

Although I am the parent, YOU are my greatest teacher.

You taught me that there is no more beautiful sound than the sound of your laughter.
You taught me that your hugs are worth more than any gift.
You taught me that it is okay to make mistakes.
๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™.

You taught me that nothing I imagined could prepare me for being a mother.
You taught me to slow down, enjoy the moment, and just be.
You taught that there is no such thing as a perfect mother.
๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘“ ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘“.

You taught me that being a parent requires endless patience and lots of coffee.
You taught me that it is possible for your heart to burst with love.
You taught me to erase any notion I had of what parenting is supposed to be.
๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘”๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘”๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘™๐‘ก๐‘ฆ.

You taught me that motherhood is about thinking you’ve got it all figured out, only to realize you will always have new things to learn.
You taught me that the best moments in life are the simplest ones: snuggling with you, telling jokes, and holding your hand in mine.
You taught me that your smile is the best medicine in the world.
๐‘Œ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›’๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘š; ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข.

You taught me that motherhood is messy, hectic, unpredictable, chaotic, and absolutely beautiful, all rolled into one.

Most of all, you taught me that the gift of motherhood is ๐’‘๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’” and ๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’„๐’†๐’๐’†๐’”๐’”.

๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ.

Written by: Surviving Mom Blog with Randi Latzman 

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