The picture was terrible. Just terrible. But, then again, selfies were likely invented by someone younger than I am.
After several chaotic hours with my children, I decided that the real cherry on top of our day should be special. Go hard or go home, right?
We ventured to the local Wildlife Center in a muggy 90 degrees for their daily show. Thirty minutes of educational entertainment for $0 sounded like the best idea I have had in weeks. My son was thrilled.
So excited, in fact, that he improvised and stuck his tongue out when my thumb finally found the capture button.
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In comparison to all that would transpire in the remaining hours of our day (think vomit and Comet), I look back on this photo and see how truly perfect it all was.
My daughter, who is almost walking, may never squirm like that on my lap again.
My son, who is understanding life more every day, may not feel as carefree with the boundaries tomorrow will enforce.
Sometimes I consider it all: the heat, the lack of showering, the pressure to be “ON” so that my young children will become respectable human beings.
When I look at this picture – beyond the wrinkle-laden and disheveled visage – I see a raw happiness. I am entirely consumed by motherhood.
This, of course, is not the kind of image a mother wishes to project on social media, and that further inspires me to share it. This is why I love parenting: I get to live a life of meaning when I look (and often feel) my worst. If I am loving, I am serving. What follows are just pretty (and petty) details.
Even better, my name will be written in bright lights on the hearts of two little people – the only critics who should matter.
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If you are a parent, take pictures with your kids when you feel beautiful AND when you feel disgusting because that person you see reflected will remind you of why you desired children in the first place.
Joy is never rehearsed.
And those kiddos, they unsettle just enough to remind us that we can be loved, we can matter, and we can change the world…perhaps because the perfect selfie isn’t within reach.
I can’t say it’s been pure pleasure being a mom over the last 29 years, but it’s a bit like labor–once it’s over, the painful part grows less immediate and the pleasures remain. 🙂
janet
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I have made this same observation, and I am nowhere near your 29 years 🙂 It always feels like there is a little “pain” with each stage. This blog keeps me accountable for seeing the brighter side of the journey!
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I have to agree with sustainabilitea. It always seemed to me that there just wasn’t enough time in the day to chase around after three little ones and come out whole. Now, it seems like it all happened in a blink and they are all happy, productive adults.
Thanks for reminding us all of the pure joy you can experience by just being in the moment. 🙂
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Thank you for your thoughts here. Many days it feels like time is moving incredibly slow, but, by nighttime, I wonder how the weeks pass so quickly. It’s good to know, even when it feels like they break us apart, children really do hold us together 🙂
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This is beautiful
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Parenting may give us wrinkles but the smiles on our children’s faces keep us young.
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Absolutely. LOVE this perspective.
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Mothering. Truly beautiful take on the complicated emotions of parenting.
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Thank you for sharing!
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Beautiful and inspiring.
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