A few nights ago Jonathan was working and I had mounted my gallant steed I call "motherhood." I was cracking the whip, ripping down the job chart, and firing up dinner. It was within a matter of only minutes that I felt my saddle had loosened and with each gallop I was sliding down further and further until I was grasping the underside belly of that horse and holding on for dear life.
The chicken was on the grill preparing to become dinner.
My 8 year old was practicing the piano.
The 7 year old was feeling sick so he was lounging on the couch.
The 4 year old was picking up toys.
The 2 year old was helping in the kitchen.
And then in the slightest moment the 4 year old comes out of the bathroom half naked with poop everywhere. Huh?
The 8 year old storms mad as a hornet from the piano screaming for help because he just can't make sense of his song. He needs my help right now!
The fevering 7 year is reduced to tears and needs mom to come here right now.
The two year old, seeing a window of opportunity, pushes a chair to the kitchen counter, climbs up and empties the soap pump to sputters all over himself and the counter.
Chicken, was there chicken cooking? Let's redefine dry meat shall we.
In that single moment I stood in the kitchen begin bombarded by 4 little men, slick n' slimy soap, poop smeared legs and floor, tears n' chills with aches, screams and pounding white and black keys and a smoking grill. My 38 week pregnant belly, swollen legs, and contracting uterus were so weary beyond measure all I could do was laugh and imagine one more in the mix... a wailing hungry baby needing to be fed by the only one that can do it, mom.
I think I am losing it but I found such joy in that moment. It was a moment when I had no control. I was simply holding on for dear life and enjoying the ride. Clinging to motherhood, upside down, at a galloping pace.
It was real life. It was utter delight. It was such trivial things to just marinade in.
4 comments:
I have to say, being 24 weeks along and only having two kids on the outside, I would have probably yelled or started crying if that had happened to me. You have inspired me to see the bigger picture and enjoy these moments while I have them, even if they are awful sometimes!
I had to come comment and tell you how much I absolutely love this post--especially the horse metaphor. I am always telling Joe how quickly things can spiral out of control at home with lots of little ones. It is often completely out of my control. I love your attitude and hope to be able to adopt the same! :)
I always knew you were a better mom than I but this just confirms it! I would have been yelling or bawling for sure! How in the world did you just laugh? You are my hero!!
I just copied this post for a part of one I wrote today. If you're not ok with that, I will be happy to remove it. I just love it so much!
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