I wake up many times at night
There’s darkness, crying, pain…
Please don’t bite me again!
The day starts: more crying.
I turn the light on,
He sees it’s me.
His eyes light up,
His gums show up,
His tiny hands stretch all high up.
He grabs me tight. A bit too tight.
Pinches every inch of my skin that he can reach.
Refusing to lie down for a diaper change.
Oh, a cuddles break! So sweet…
Was it just an excuse to pull my hair?
Please put Mama’s glasses down!
The whole day, I’m running around with him
Too lazy to crawl, too eager to just sit
He wants to walk holding my hands: my back feels broken!
With aching joints, I don't feel treated like a person.
Sneeze, Burp, Cough? In Mama’s face.
Food, snot, unmentionable fluids? On Mama’s clothes.
And before bed? There is a lot more crying.
But also a lot more than crying.
There’s biting, scratching, punching...
And I know,
I think I know, he's not doing it on purpose
But it still hurts
Sometimes motherhood just hurts.
But when I see that gummy smile
My heart feels fuller than it ever has.
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Sasha Desideri
Philosopher, adventurer, mother, and occasionally words-lover
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Awww, I hardly remember those days. My girls are in their 30s! Love this! 💜
I think so many mothers would feel this deeply 🥺🤍🙏🏻