Years ago, I came across this little visual and had to laugh: it’s just so spot on. Wouldn’t you agree?
Just for fun, I thought we’d explore the emotional exhaustion that accompanies motherhood, because it’s either laughing about it, or crying with the cat. With cooped-up, wintry days and agitated sibling warfare, I often feel like literally crawling the walls and perching on the ceiling. If only. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel the constant shoulder taps from my 4-year-old, “Mom…Momma…MOm…Mommy….Mom.” Agh!
You probably have Mommy Brain if….
- You wake up to hear banging and yelling and wonder, “How bad is it really?” Maybe just five more minutes. (I’m kidding….kind of).
- You reheat your coffee 3 times and one hour later realize you still didn’t drink it.
- You can’t finish a sentence without being interrupted.
- You can’t go to the bathroom without being interrupted.
- You can’t do anything without being interrupted.
- You call your child three times, realizing you used the wrong name.
- You leave your phone in obscure places and can’t remember where.
- You can’t remember what you ate for breakfast…or if you even had breakfast.
- You can’t remember if you took a shower for the day.
- You drive away from the house and look down to see house shoes and pajama pants.
- You triple check an email you sent because your child’s chanting somehow found its way into the message.
- You burn half of dinner because you got sidetracked picking up toys, wiping poopy butts, and finding lost shoes.
- You give a person the wrong age–or worst, wrong name–when they ask about your kids (Yes, I’ve done that! Ask me about who Wyatt is).
- You have forgotten how to carry on an adult conversation.
Parenting can be–okay, let’s be real, there’s no “can” about it–exhausting. Add homeschooling to the equation and another stay-at-home job and you can feel like your brain is constantly on pulse mode in the blender. We aren’t guaranteed a “successful” day or even a successful 18 years–the culmination of all our hard work. But prayer covers over a multitude of errors and apologizing doesn’t hurt either.
The last 8 1/2 years have taught me more about myself and what it means to be a servant leader than any other vocation could. I may be a mess, but I’m still all the better for being a mom. It’s a sanctifying process that leads us to humility, a deep dependence on God.
Motherhood is a glorious gift, but it’s kind of like gardening. Lots of dirty mess, scattered seeds–wondering if they’ll grow–tools for the tasks, and weeds…constant weeds needing extraction. I am praying for a complete garden, but the end result is yet to be seen. Even so, God graces me with lovely little flowers here and there that encourage me to keep planting, watering, and weeding.