Motherhood is madness.
And I should know as I looked up the definition of madness and there it is clear as day – frenzied behavior, behavior or thinking that is very foolish or dangerous. Yep, that about sums up motherhood for me!
Please tell me it’s not just me.
Anyone? No? Yes?
Since you can’t actually respond as I’m typing I’m going to go ahead with the idea that you agree with me and that you, too, feel like motherhood is madness.
First, there is the frenzied behavior. I mean I remember when I was younger and I would joke with my friends about walking into a room and not remembering why I went into the room. Now, it’s more like I walked into my life and have no idea where I am, or sometimes who I am. That is what the madness has done.
I find myself scurrying around like a crazed animal. Hopping from one moment to the next but not really being in any of the moments and not be prepared for any of said moments.
For instance, the after-school rush is my least favorite of the day. I pick up my son from school and when we get home I feel like we are in some sort of sprint. I have to make sure all of the items that he came home with make it into the house. Then, there’s the snack and the homework and making sure I read all of the notes the teacher sent home. All while trying to wrangle my younger one who is super excited his big bro is home but doesn’t quite understand that he can’t play yet. I have to clean his lunchbox and explain his worksheets. I make sure he has his crayons and scissors and glue sticks.
As soon as he’s done I feel like I need a nap. It was a whirlwind. And just when I think I can breathe I hear, “mom! I need more water!” And off I go to attend to their every. single. need.
And don’t even get me started on the behavior that is foolish or dangerous. Isn’t deciding to become a parent sightly foolish and definitely dangerous?!
I mean no matter how many books you read or how many times you’ve babysat – NOTHING and I mean nothing can prepare you for raising tiny humans.
Just when you think you’ve got it down they grow up and everything is different. Just when you think you’ve mastered one skill they pee their pants in public. Or vomit. Or crawl under your car for fun.
I think the moment from How I Met Your Mother sums it up perfectly with “tiny socks”.
The madness of motherhood can only be surpassed by the love of motherhood. The absolute all-consuming mama-bear ferocious love that one has for their child. That is what gets us through the madness. That is what keeps a mother going no matter what. That is what being a mother is.
Is it madness? Yes!
Is it worth it? Infinity times infinity yes.