Hello friends of this wonderful community @motherhood, I am here again sharing with you all my experiences as a mother, I know that I am not the best but I also want you to know that every day I try to be better and children do not come with a precise manual, only as we go we learn and correct errors.
Many times I say that I look like an octopus dividing myself between the multiple responsibilities that I have during the day, but without a doubt the main one and the one that does not enter into discussion is that of being with my children almost always 24/7, accompanying them in their entire routine and it is that, although at the end of the day I end up in energy saving mode, I try as much as possible to support them in what they want to do.
Only those of us who are mothers can know the sacrifice that we often have to make to please each child. In my case I have two children, a female and a male and at different ages, perhaps if they were two males or two females everything would be different, I don't know. I know, I don't want to find out either hahahaha and since in my case it is not like that, I am happy with my children just the way they are.
Many times I get tired, I get depressed, I cry, I run away, but in the end my children are my children and no one else will love them like I do. Many times I would like a little help, but around me everyone has their own obligations and when I get upset it is because I really need it and it is not about leaving them abandoned for any excuse, because friends then I remember that this whole season goes by so quickly that I prefer to sacrifice myself to where I can no longer
Many times I look for support to drain and relieve so much exhaustion that being a mother, woman, wife, worker and housewife generates, but then it returned to my reality and I continue with my life. And friends, I want you to know that one of those refuges is to be here with you, my Hive friends, because here many times I come to drain the madness of my days.
Friend, in recent times I have seen and experienced so many things that I cannot help but reflect on the following: Nobody has the absolute truth, nobody can say that motherhood is rosy unless it is clear, they have a lot of help, otherwise We all get exhausted and no one, friends, no one does it perfect.
And another thing I don't agree with is that someone who doesn't have children comes to tell me how I should or shouldn't raise my children, no one friends, because they would really have to be in my shoes to be able to judge or criticize, otherwise Nobody knows about someone else's roof leak.
Nor can they judge or criticize me if I want to run away, or if I need to share with people other than my children and recharge my batteries, no one can do it, because no one knows how I am inside and the needs I may have to want to change my environment. , then before criticizing, look at the situation and see if you would do better than the person you are judging.
Friends, there is a part of motherhood that many do not know because one tries to put the good things and forget the bad, but not friends, in my case what no one knows is that my day starts at 5:30 am where I get up, do my homework. I thank you and I pray, I pray a lot that that day goes well, after brushing I drink 2 glasses of warm water and I start with all the breakfasts and I say all because we eat different things, for example I am trying not to eat flour, I only eat tortillas vegetables and casabe, the others eat sandwiches, stuffed arepas, pastries or pancakes.
Then I continue with the packed breakfasts and snacks, meanwhile struggling to get my two children up and begin the dressing process, mom I don't want to go to school, mom I'm sleepy, mom what a pain, I don't like this teacher, the Another teacher is always angry, mom, I don't want it to be food, mom, mom, mom, everything is starting to get heated and from that moment on the exhaustion of every day begins and the tension starts to rise.
I have tried in a thousand ways how to ensure that the children arrive to school early and can sing the anthem, thank goodness they already know it because they almost always arrive at school when it has already started and they cannot enter until they finish singing it.
Sometimes my husband takes them, sometimes I go with them, but everything is more difficult for me because I like to take a bath before going out and prepare my bag to go out and of course all that takes me more time, But my children like to make it harder for me so much that they love that I am the one who takes them and picks them up at the exit, so they start mom and why does my dad take us? Mom, why don't you go? Bad mom, bad mom and then they go out and I'm left feeling guilty for not doing everything faster or getting up earlier to make the most of my time.
Another thing that no one knows is that I end up having breakfast at 8:30am at school, I sit with the director to whom I take part of my breakfast and there we plan the day's activities. It is my only moment of peace at home, but the other realities begin, which are the difficulties of work (Requirements of the Ministry of Education to be met and with so many shortcomings).
After the madness of the work day at 12:30pm I go out to look for my children, Gaby leaves at 11:45am and Santi leaves at 12:35pm, but Gaby is the most sacrificed and must wait for me to finish my day work and go for both of us then that is the time that best suits the three of us.
As soon as they get in the car, the question is: Mom, what are we going to eat today? That question already puts me in a bad mood, because no matter what you say, we don't like any kind of answer, that's where they start, because we're going to eat that, what a pain, there's nothing else, mom I don't want that, mom buys pasta , mom buys pizza, mom I want cachapas and I, my God, don't you know another song? And on the other hand the tension rising.
We get home right away they grab the phones and settle in and I myself, well, they come from school, let them be distracted for a while, I prepare or heat up the food and the shouting starts, childrenssss come eat, the food gets cold, kids hurry up, it's getting late , childrensssss, the tension is rising again.
After the fight, let's get dressed, prepare the thermoses of water, we leave at such and such a time, when it's time to leave Santiago, mom I'm sleepy, mom I'm tired, mom I can't get the face protector, mom, mom, mom.
And in the meantime I say my God, could it be that the father doesn't exist or they don't know another name? Oh my god, seriously, this is the part that no one knows. So after the maternity day ends and the children go to sleep at 8:00pm, I dedicate myself to Hive and start to drain, reading, commenting on posts and writing my stories, many times I am up until 2:00am creating my content for publish the next day at 9:00am.
And if you thought you had read everything, well no friends, I won't even tell you about the weekends hahaha my weekends start with Saturday, after my morning routine while everyone is sleeping I go to the beach to walk and recharge myself with positive energy, then returned home, fortunately this day my husband has breakfast early, I get ready and go out with my daughter Gabriela to her lyric classes that are from 10:00 to 11:30am.
During that time while I wait for her I either sit in the little square to contemplate and watch everyone pass by or I go shopping nearby. After Gaby finishes her classes, I pick her up and we go all out to look for my son and 4 other children to the sports city since she is in athletics from 8:00 to 10:30am.
And not to mention that on weekends at any time of day Santiago can have a baseball game, so my friends, someone here wants a little bit of my life, even if it's on loan hahahahahaha. Obviously when Sunday afternoon arrives I'm already tired and thinking that Monday is coming again hahahaha, it can't be.
So friends, do you believe that it is life to go to bed at 12:00am, 1:00am, 2:00am and get up at 5:30am, having those crazy days and not wanting to run out and clear your mind? Do you think it's not fair that at some point I want to do something different? Do you think that one does not deserve to enjoy something that one likes without having that feeling of guilt and feeling like a bad mother?
You also believe that I would care if someone does something that I don't agree with if it doesn't affect me in any way and even less if I don't give that person anything to live on and much less help them in what they do. Absolutely, do you think I would care if he makes mistakes or not? No, friends, I go through so much that believe me, the least I would do would be to get involved in something that is not my problem.
And that goes with people who feel they have the right to give their opinion on the lives of others, whether they are good or bad people, whether they are good or bad mothers, that does not concern anyone other than the one who is experiencing it.
I wanted to leave this here because last week was really strong, my son Santiago had his first trip alone to a sports competition and that generated a series of extra activities for me to do, such as getting a travel permit in 2 days and prepare your bag with everything you need for a 3-day trip and even though I managed to meet 7 goals that I had set for myself at the beginning of the week, I can't deny that I ended up super, super exhausted.
This week, even though I thought it would be smoother and I would be able to spend more time at home resting, well, friends, it was worse than last week, the father of a good friend and someone who appreciated me a lot, just like me, died unexpectedly. family, it was also my grandmother's 6-month mass, I had my first mother's day at this school and everything involved dedicating many hours to each activity and the least I could was being at home and less resting.
But here, my friends, I'm looking good, today is Saturday and almost, almost culminates my other week of madness, managing to come out unscathed and preparing to face next week with the best disposition and desire to continue emerging victorious.
Friends, as always, thank you very much for reading my post and supporting me in the stories of my family life. Greetings and many blessings.
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