A Mother’s Love

As I am awake nursing the Lil Man I began to think of the sacrifice a woman gives of themselves for their child. Not only is the woman giving of her body as she grows the baby but then later when she feeds and nurtures the baby. Plus so much more. The decision to have a child is not a light one but one that I think many font consider. Having a child puts yourself in the back burner and the child always in the front.

I read and hear about how we should strike a balance, find something of our own, get out without the children and to make time for ourselves. But when it really boils down to it the child always comes first. Have a night out planned? And the child is feverish you cancel. Planning on going to bed early? And the child doesn’t want to sleep. Etc etc.

I know that I have yet to find a “balance”. I also know a lot of it has to do with my decision to be a stay at home mom, which I would rather call a homemaker, cook, nanny, friend, lion tamer, nurse, housekeeper…

There are days when I get grumpy and I wonder if I will ever will get a chance to eat or to have a moment alone in my thoughts because first my attention always goes to my children. But I begin to think would I have it any other way? Would I rather begin to be selfish and ignore my children?

Ha I think I should begin to call my post wee morning rambling from a glider. I just kept thinking though, what would the world, state or a city be like if everyone saw things through a mother’s eyes? To do things without hesitation. The care that is always there. To love unconditionally. To put others before ourselves sometimes. To sacrifice maybe that last banana. šŸ™‚ just maybe life would be a bit happier for all.

A Mother’s Love

2 thoughts on “A Mother’s Love

  1. I hear you! I have 5 children and have breastfed 2 at a time, lust weaning my almost 3 year old. I weaned his sister at 21/2 (who is now over 4) when he was just 1, so total I’ve been breastfeeding for over 4 years, and I just want to sleep through the night!!!!!

    Down side to weaning….he wakes just before the crack of dawn, and instead of nursing back to sleep like before, he forces me to get up….yep as mothers we are slaves to our children, but I enjoy every moment and I know when I am old, they will in turn care for me šŸ™‚

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