The old phrase says, “Survival of the fittest” meaning only those who are tough and strong will survive. The weak will be killed off.
If that’s true, then, as a mom, I’m totally screwed.
I am as weak as it gets these days. I sigh and groan and yawn when I hear my kids wake up in the morning. I force my exhausted body to not so nimbly chase them around the house playing “Roar!” I stare in my fridge for minutes trying to figure out what to feed them every single day. I stare at my kids wondering what to do with them every single day. Then I stare at myself in the mirror before bed and ask myself, “How did I get through today?”
This motherhood thing is hard. It’s a daunting, draining, brain cell depleting exercise in futility some days. There’s no way I’m in “the fittest” category. I wouldn’t even get into the “kinda fit” category. I’m in the lowest category. The weakest.
But you know what’s funny? I’m still surviving. I don’t have to be “the fittest” to be a good mom. I just have to get up and do it. And surviving happens in an array of all different shapes and sizes.
Some days surviving looks like giving my kids fruit snacks at 8 a.m. because I’m just too tired from a night full of worry to come up with a good excuse not to give in to their “pleeeaaase.” I’m the weakest.
Some days survival looks like letting Lillian sleep in our bed for several nights in a row because her brother likes to lay in his crib and scream at her when she’s trying to sleep which makes her upset and cry. My not so great solution? Remove her from the situation. I’m the weakest.
Survival for you may look like a working mom who got her butt handed to her by her boss and it’s all she can do to just sit and watch a couple episodes of Super Why with her kids when she gets home instead of reading them books or doing puzzles or other activities she should be doing to enrich their minds.
Survival may look like a house torn asunder by toddlers and not having the energy to clean it up at the end of the day. Or foregoing a vegetable at dinner because you just can’t handle the healthy food battle with your little one. Or letting your kids stay up way past their bedtime or any other tactic that leaves you feeling like you’re the weakest.
I’m the weakest.
And I’m learning to be okay with that.
As moms, we go through seasons where nothing adds up, nothing goes right, and we are far from the fittest. But you know what?
We don’t lay down.
We don’t give up.
We spend our days in the trenches, in the dark tunnels, doing whatever we can to get from wake up to bedtime. And it’s okay. No one expects us to be super mom except ourselves.
My challenge to myself, and to all of us, is to admit that I’m weak. My challenge is to admit that sometimes I make decisions which may not be the best, but I do it for the sake of my sanity. My challenge is to just be proud of the fact I’m surviving. Even if I’m the weakest.
Will you take the challenge?