The Hardest Part of Motherhood

Our family has been through a lot over the past 14 months. Way more than I anticipated and definitely more than I would have wished. Especially for my children.

Three moves. Two new schools. Lots of upheaval.

And plenty of anxiety for this mama now that a new school year is starting. As I sit here counting down the minutes until the school bell rings so that I can hear about their day at their new school, it hits me that one of the hardest parts of motherhood is the waiting.

Waiting for your child to crawl. Their first word. Their first steps. Waiting out the terrible two’s. And then the dreaded threenager stage. 

Waiting to hear if anyone talked to your child on the playground. Whether their teacher is kind. If they had someone to sit by at lunch.

Waiting for their first sting of rejection. Praying for wisdom to say the right words and the courage to let them fight their own battles. 

Waiting for your child to find their own voice and independence while desperately longing for them to be little and dependent upon you again.

Waiting in endless car lines for school drop-offs and activity pick-ups. At the mall while they shop with their friends. Up at night when they’re cutting it close to curfew. 

Waiting to see what they do with their life. How they blaze their own trail and leave their own mark on the world. 

Wherever you’re waiting on this journey of motherhood, I’m right there with you, mama. Stocking up on kleenex and band-aids for the hurts and ice cream for the celebrations. And bringing all three with me as I wait in the school pick up line today. 

The Hardest Part of Motherhood


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