Motherhood is a full-time job.
Mothers are expected to be happy with their children, full of love and positive thoughts, but it’s rarely acknowledged just how stressful and difficult parenting can be for a mother.
Thinking back on her sacrifices, this mother wrote a letter for all the mothers in the world who think about the sacrifices they make for their children, and to highlight the fleeting joys of a mother’s hug.
The first time you hug your baby, you’ll never feel the same again. The day might come when you remember how it felt to have freedom and free time, when you didn’t know what real fatigue meant and you could expect daily life to be routine.
Now everything’s changed. You’re replacing your baby’s diapers and hear them crying. You can’t help but feel like you’re juggling complaints and argument. This may seem like an endless circle of repetition. But don’t forget…
…there is a last time for everything. The day will come when you’ll feed your baby for the last time. Sleeping in your lap after a long day. The last time you’ll hug them while they’re sleeping. The last time you’ll wash their hair, hold their arm on the street.
And then they will never again need the same from you. No more waking up at night and hugging. You’ll sing songs and play with them, then you won’t do that again, because it’ll be the last time.
When you take them to school, you’ll kiss them goodbye, and the next day they won’t ask you to go with them. You’ll read them a bedtime story, clean their dirty face. They will jump into your arms for the last time, too.
The fact is that you don’t know when it will happen for the last time, until that time comes. Even then, you will need time to understand. So, while you are living in these moments, remember that they are very limited and will not last forever. And when they stop happening, you’ll want to experience them again.