10 Reasons I am Rocking Motherhood
I rarely curse. I may curse at myself when working out to push myself through the pain, and I may let a few bad words leave my mouth during the pains of labor, but I never curse at another person. I don’t drink either – to me, alcohol seems like just empty calories that make me feel sleepy. But with my kids… oh my gosh some days I just want to curse like a sailor and drink like a pirate.
As a case in point, let me tell you about a not so atypical afternoon with my kids. I picked up my toddler Alex from school, and he whined the entire way home because he wanted milk. Sorry kid, I do not carry a jug of milk with me everywhere. Zoe hates the car and can only tolerate it when she is in a good mood, and that afternoon she just happened to be screaming her head off. Then Alex started screaming his head off because he wanted milk and he wanted his sister to stop crying. He demanded daddy to give him milk and shrieked even louder when I told him daddy is not here and cannot give him milk.
We finally got home, and I took his backpack out of the car like I usually do. I turned around, and he was sitting on the sidewalk throwing a tantrum because I took the backpack out. He refused to come inside unless I put the backpack back in the car so he could go get it himself. Meanwhile, Zoe was sleepy and in a bad mood so I couldn’t put her down. I felt like my arm muscles were on fire and about to give out any second.
I got Alex a cup of milk. He started running around with the cup and spilled milk all over the carpet. I told him to stand still so he could drink the milk. He started to slowly inch his foot forward, as if I could not detect movement if he moved his foot slowly enough. Then he all of sudden demanded his bendy straw. I gave him the straw, and he started whining that there was water in the straw so he couldn’t drink the milk.
We somehow got through dinner without my head exploding. Then during the bath, Alex threw a huge tantrum because I wiped his face with a washcloth. I told him that I had to get all the sunscreen off his face. He got super angry and insisted that I put sunscreen back on his face. Bedtime could not come soon enough.
With days like these, I often doubt myself and my abilities as a mother. What did I do wrong that made Alex throw such angry tantrums? Did I spoil him and not discipline him enough? Did I discipline him too much and he is pushing back? Is he mad at me and does he hate me?
When Meghna Dixit over at Love, Life, & The Little One tagged me for the #RockingMotherhood challenge, I had my apprehensions. How am I going to come up with 10 reasons I am rocking motherhood when I feel like I fall short every single day? However, that is why this challenge is brilliant and necessary – in a world of self-doubt and mom-shaming, moms everywhere, more than ever, need to remind themselves why they are great moms. Rocking motherhood does not mean you need to be perfect but to try your best. Meghna Dixit has written 10 wonderful, heartfelt reasons why she is rocking motherhood, and I encourage you to check them out.
Here are 10 reasons why I am #RockingMotherhood:
I put my children first all the time.
I may be sick, stressed out from work, or near death from lack of sleep, but I will always do what’s best for my children. I will not let any of my shortfalls cause my children to miss a music class, a soccer practice, or just a play date with friends. Their happiness will always come first.
I tell it like it is.
I do not lie to my children with a couple of exceptions – Santa Claus and the tooth fairy. We talk about difficult subjects such as poverty and death, and while I do not go into the gruesome details, I do not mask the truth. I think it’s important for them to understand the realities of life and not be sheltered early on so that they can handle difficult situations when they arise.
I do not take the easy way out.
We do not do screen time at our house. In fact, we only have Netflix, and Marc and I only watch one, maybe two episodes a day after the kids have gone to bed. It is tempting to give Alex an iPad so that I can get chores done or concentrate on taking care of just one kid at a time, but I refuse to take the easy way out since we believe screen time is detrimental to kids.
I conquer my fears for my children.
I want my children to grow up in a world without fear. Before I became a mom, if I saw a bug in the room, I would run the other way and scream bloody murder. I literally have nightmares about slugs and snails. However, since I want my children to be able to experience the world without any preconceived notions, I need to conquer, or at least mask, my own fears. So, I pick up bugs with sticks and show them to my children like bugs are my best buddies… all the while screaming in my head.
I have nipples of steel.
I breastfed Alex until he was 2. A few months later Zoe was born, and I started the breastfeeding journey again. I believe that breastmilk is the best for my children, not only from a nutrition point-of-view but also from a bonding perspective. With more than 2 years of breastfeeding under my belt (or above my belt, in this case), my nipples have pretty much callused and could survive hours of nonstop breastfeeding.
I speak Mandarin to my children.
I came to America when I was 10 years old. Since then, my Mandarin skills have deteriorated. However, to help my children learn and speak Mandarin, a skill that we believe will help them in the future, I speak Mandarin 100% of the time to my children. I wish I could sing songs or read books in English because it would make my life so much easier, but I stick to speaking Mandarin so that my children have a chance of retaining their Mandarin-speaking skills once they are older.
I read many books to them every day.
Alex absolutely loves books, especially Disney stories. He could sit there for hours and just read books. As long as we do not have plans, I sit there with him and just read him book after book until he gets tired.
I cook like an iron chef.
One day, my toddler eats 4 eggs for breakfast. The next day, he refuses to touch anything with eggs in it. I swear, every day it’s like there is a new, secret ingredient and I have to somehow make a delicious meal out of whatever my toddler fancies that particular day.
I play with my children.
I am not a fun person by nature. I am not one of those moms who can play with their kids all the time and giggle and go nuts. However, for my children, I try my best to dig deep and bring out the child inside me. Despite the fact that I feel so out of character doing so, I become this silly, crazy mom who tosses her kids in the air to make them giggle with joy; makes special effect noises to cause them excitement; and pretends to be a big, bad wolf to make them scream as I chase them.
I keep my children alive.
Do you know how many times a day my toddler tries to throw himself off a chair, a table, and the top of the stairs? Do you know how many times I dive in front of my baby every day to stop her from eating something she somehow found on the ground that escaped the vacuum? If I fail everything else in motherhood, at least I am rocking this one.
Whew, that was difficult but so worth it. To encourage other moms to think about the reasons they are rocking motherhood, I want to tag the following moms for the #RockingMotherhood challenge:
Here are the rules from the original post written by Patricia at White Camellias:
- Thank the blogger that tagged you and link to their blog.
- List 10 things you believe make you a good mother (this is just a guideline. It can be more or less than 10. I really don’t mind.
- Tag 3 – 5 bloggers to join in the #RockingMotherhood Tag.
- Grab the #RockingMotherhood badge and add it to your post or sidebar.
What reasons are you rocking motherhood? Let me know!