Why I’m Done ‘Cherishing Every Moment’
By: Jo Tune | Date: June 20 2016
It’s pounded into our brains the moment we give birth. I’m pretty sure we hear it from 5 nurses before we leave the hospital. Every adorable old lady tells us 3 times at Walmart. Our moms even let it slip.
We’ve got it.
We need to cherish every moment. It just all goes by so fast. They are only little once.
Picture this: I’m a brand new mom with a baby who needs to breastfeed every hour. I have a house full of visitors and Richard Simmons-like hair. My shirt looks like a two-year-old spilled his bowl of Fruit Loops on it (milk and all, if you’re catching my drift). I haven’t slept in 48 hours and all I hear is how much I’m going to miss this. Uh, seriously?
I remember crying to my mom and telling her I just didn’t think I was appreciating my baby enough. I was so afraid I would wake up one day and realize that all the good things in my life were behind me. I would take 1,000 pictures and videos trying to grasp every breath my son took. I would tell my friends that I knew I would miss the late night breastfeeding moments.
I just desperately needed to hear:
– It’s okay to hate moments in motherhood.
– It’s normal to not miss your baby when you are out on a mom break.
– You shouldn’t feel guilty for needing time away.
– Other moms wish nap time lasted 6 hours, too.
– It’s totally okay to want your husband to step up — not just on Mother’s Day, but everyday.
– You might feel trapped. (My life completely changed and another human being was dependent on me.)
– Most moms feel they are going crazy sometimes, too.
– It’s okay to not be perfect.
Cherishing every moment puts even more pressure on me. So, just stop saying it until I can get a grasp on this motherhood thing.
I know when my baby is grown, I will miss this. All of this. Every mess, every cry, every poopy diaper. But for now, I just need to breathe.
I look back over the last 14 months and realize underneath the fog of no-sleep, there are moments that will stay with me the rest of my life. Moments that will be the best I’ve ever had. However, right now, I’m content with just looking back and not reliving those moments. And that’s good enough for me.
A version of this post originally appeared on Books & Bliss.