Mama Mantra

Motherhood: a guilt-inducing, tear-filled, joyride - HOP IN!

Being a mama of 5 daughters has left me exhausted and hopeful. Sometimes I forget to call on Creator to help me - this talk is dedicated to that.

Please help me remember. Please help me remember. Please help me remember…

When my thoughts start to wander, if I did it right, or I did enough, or any other thoughts we have as primal mama bears... Creator, please help me remember, they are yours, and you are letting me borrow them.

*Photo by Babba Nuu on Unsplash

Transcript

This piece is dedicated to motherhood,

A guilt-inducing,

Tear-filled joyride.

Hop in.

I had a moment the other day,

I actually stopped what I was doing to look at a picture that we,

Abby and Bella,

In their matching Oshkosh Bagosh overalls were perched on my mama's lap as she read them a book.

Their wispy blonde ponytails gathered in matching hair ties brushing up against her cheeks and it left me to ponder,

Oh my god,

Did I even give them what they needed?

This moment captured in time of pure perfection,

Was I even present?

No one can adequately prepare us for motherhood.

If any sane woman knew the details of the job description,

The planet would be sparsely populated.

That first decade of child-rearing is like a fog.

There are no solid periods of sleep.

Days are monotonous and feel long,

Often revolving around breasts,

Clean buns,

And your children's needs.

And you feel guilty because sometimes you seek more but no one speaks of this and so you're left alone with your own thoughts thinking that you're the only one.

And so great one,

Creator,

I humbly ask for one thing,

Please help me remember.

Freshly changed babes and their intoxicating smell of hope,

Heaven,

And love.

Bobble-headed newborns seeking out the boob resembling baby birds.

As the pecs begin to shift into sheer desperation and anger,

You sing out,

I'm right here,

Hold on a minute,

I'm getting it out for you.

Park days and play dates and sidewalk chalk and bubbles,

Walks around the block that seem to take 80 years.

Please help me remember naps when I laid down to snuggle and I woke up an hour later spooning with my toddler.

Clinking of marbles into a jar with chores of teeth and hairbrushed and one-on-one time as a reward.

Puppet shows and ladybug magic and seeing anything for the first time.

Please help me remember.

Please help me remember.

Please help me remember.

And when my thoughts start to wonder if I did it right or I did enough or any other thoughts we have as Primal Mama Bear's creator,

Please help me remember they are yours and you are letting me borrow them.

And wow,

You must really trust me because have you seen me lately?

And thank you.

These kids are the hardest and best gift you ever gave to me.

Reviews

Lovely tribute to motherhood. My "boys" are 30 and 35 now but it was so nice to have you guide me back in time to those early years. They were beautiful then and they're beautiful now. I particularly liked being reminded of their joy in discovering the things I had long taken for granted and their bold curiosity. These are traits to never let go of and cultivate. Thank you so very much 🙏💐💜

Love this!!
Happy Mother’s Day beautiful, champion of Mamas!❤️❤️