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When No One Tells You You’re Good At Mothering

Written by Tiffany H

It’s been one of those hard, frustrating, upsetting, emotional, confusing, give-me-a-neck-cuz-I-need-to-wring-it kind of days. The kind that make you feel like you are seriously no good at mothering.

Frankly, it makes you unsure of what you’re even feeling. All you know is it’s gross, messy, and mean.

PPD has gotten a lot of you lately.

Add people, who should be encouraging, adding more stress and concerns.

Add nothing going smoothly and the anxiety-inducing feeling of running in mud because baby needs to nurse and have a diaper changed RIGHT when your toddler needs to eat, and take a nap, and oh, he just pooped. You know this because it’s already filling the room with the familiar aroma stench as he bounces off the couch onto the pillows on the floor and you can just sense that it’s squishing out of his diaper onto every living (and not living) thing. And somehow you know it’s the glue-kind. The kind that takes 10 minutes, 28 wipes and 4 hearty sprays of natural bottom wash to get clean.

When No One Tells You You're Good At Mothering

You’re running in mud regarding everything.

A million thoughts fill your mind each day, with at least a chore for every other one. But no longer can you just go take care of Hubby’s work shirts dewrinkling in the dryer. Or put the chicken thighs in the crockpot to be ready in time for supper. Or vacuum up that dried Mexican rice that’s in the living room carpet since you gave in and ate there last night because watching Fixer Upper with supper can fix anything.

You have other more important things calling your name. Or whining it.

You try so hard to do the right thing. You try to be intentional– soaking up these precious, fleeting moments with your littles, while you attempt to make a home for your husband and family that is at least functional and not toxic.

Along with all the other stuff, you encourage speaking and word usage in a 23-month-old who would much rather not say much more than “Dada,” “Ga-goo,” for cookie, and “Wahwah.” He understands, you can see it in his eyes that he understands what you’re saying. He follows commands and knows exactly what he wants. He’s smart, and figures things out he shouldn’t yet. He has been advanced in physical development since the day of his birth, surprising the pediatrician more times than you can count with how strong and aware and responsive he was.

But the fear is there. What did I do wrong that he’s not using more words yet? Did I eat the wrong things, during pregnancy or breastfeeding? Was I or we exposed to some metal or chemical that’s caused a delay? Was it because I had mercury poisoning the year before he was conceived?

When No One Tells You You're Good At Mothering

You’re discouraged. No. It’s not discouraged. It’s something else. Depressed? Stressed? Anxious? No, none of those fit either. And since there’s no name for it, it’s even more frustrating, and bewildering, and scary. Seriously, is there something really wrong? Why are you like this?

Because. Parenting is HARD. Some days, when all you have is questions, fears and irrationality topped with other’s honest “concerns” floating around in your head, it sucks. It’s draining, and it’s terrifying, and it’s hard even to mamas (and daddies) who aren’t suffering with PPD.

To only be good at mothering…

How do we stop being so hard on ourselves? The mama wars are losing, pathetic battles.

No one, get this, NO ONE does it right. To each legit mama out there, there’s another who isn’t. That will likely never, ever change. Not in this life. It’s human nature to point and name off everything someone else is doing wrong. So, with all the fingers pointing at each of us, why are we then pointing at ourselves?

When No One Tells You You're Good At Mothering

Let go of your obsession to be good at mothering. Seriously, let go. Let go of everything for this moment.

This one moment isn’t going to change where your little one is developmentally. It’s not going to change whether the clothes are folded and put away. It’s not going to change the fact there is nothing cooking in the crock-pot right now. Breathe, pray, ask for peace and guidance, get your Bible out and spend 5 minutes searching for the comfort He promised would be there. And as He promised in 2 Corinthians 1:4, He can use these moments in your life to comfort someone else in the future.

So, let go of being ‘good at mothering’. Give it to God. Smile at your messy, poopy little ones (and change them). 😛 Laugh with and tickle and sing to them. Do what you need to to feed and care for your loves to the best of your ability, but stop beating yourself up when it isn’t perfect. Be intentional about all of it.

And then when no one tells you you’re good at mothering, it won’t matter. Because you’ll know.

Rock on, Mama. Rock on.

This article was originally posted over on Her View From Home

When No One Tells You You're Good At Mothering

About the author

Tiffany H

Hi! I'm Tiffany, mama to the handsomest little boy and sweetest little girl, and wife to the best man ever. I love my Savior, being a housewife, mama and personal 'bakist' to the hubby, living naturally, and making real food taste yummy. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into my crazy, happy life. Join me on the journey, let's get to know each other!

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