People are always saying how motherhood is a thankless job. I totally get where that statement comes from.
Moms work really hard for what can often seem like a whole lotta whining and frustration. Sure, there are good times, but the madness outweighs the joy regularly.
I ridiculously began my motherhood experience expecting a certain amount of validation. For what and why, I’m not even really sure. I was trying really hard and somewhere in my Type A mind, all that trying had to account for something. Surely my efforts would be recognized, except that didn’t happen because that doesn’t happen.
Trying really hard was something all mothers did; it sure as hell didn’t make me special or different, or even particularly deserving. It was then that I really started to understand how motherhood was a thankless job.
As time passed and I began to grow into my role as a mom, something shifted. I began to realize that seeing my child develop into a healthy and happy child was my reward; there sure as hell wasn’t anything thankless about that.
Yesterday as I sat down for the first time all day, Boy Wonder cozied up beside me in an uncharacteristic move and rested his long hair on my shoulder. He looked up at me with his almond eyes and said, “Mom, thanks for being my mom. You’re very great.” And there it was; very great.
Of all the compliments I’ve been blessed to collect over the years about my kids, none of them could ever validate me the way “very great” could from the boy who first made me a mom.
Boy Wonder was my “practice kid”. The one I messed up on. The one who challenged and continues to challenge my every move. And now, he’s the one who was thanking me.
While it’s me who should be thanking him for all the blessings he’s given our family, I’ll take it. A compliment from a moody 9-year-old is the real deal folks, and it feels nothing less than amazing.
Boy, maybe I’m doing something right after all.
What makes you feel validated as a mother?
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