An Ode To Mothers Everywhere

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Sleeping new mother and infant

Hey you, yes you: the bleary-eyed, caffeinated mom over there,

with a fussy baby and a toddler screaming like a bear.

And you: the mother cloaked in angst, from your angry teen,

Whose eye rolls make you constantly plead, “Why are you so mean?”

And the grandmother, who is praying and silently holding her breath,

Hoping in her adult children, she instilled enough strength and depth.

 

Being a Mom is hard! It’s difficult from the start.

Feeding, diapers, naps, an overflowing Amazon cart.

And it doesn’t get any easier, with school, sports and drama,

And don’t get me started on late-night dioramas.

 

How do we do it, day in and day out, and who can tell me why?

Meals, play dates, carpooling, no time to stop and cry.

Cleaning the house, paying the bills, and grocery shopping too,

No one else can ever grasp the juggling act we do.  

 

Being a mom is an endless task that can leave us quite uneasy,

There are so many decisions to make that turn my stomach queasy.

And let’s not forget the fears that keep us up at night.

Will my kids grow up happy? Am I doing alright?

 

Sometimes I lose sight of what all this is for,

The incessant whining and neediness—and my oldest is only four!

What I would give for one night home all by myself, alone,

To read in peace and quiet, or catch up with friends on the phone.  

 

But then you have that moment, when it can all seem so clear,

Your kids playing quietly together, a giggle you overhear.

Or they come to you at night, asking for one last hug,

And sigh with comfort in your arms, so safe and so snug.

They win an award at school, or score a goal in the game,

And you watch with absolute wonder at the obstacle they overcame.  

 

Being a mom is difficult, something that no one can deny,

Our hard work often goes unnoticed, leading to a bitter sigh.  

But today is the day we get recognized for all that we do,

So give your kids a hug and kiss and then enjoy some alone time too.

 

As I wrap up this poem of motherly reflection,

I’ll quote a dear friend, who said it to perfection:

 

“Get out of bed!

Hop to it! Get dressed!

It’s Your Day of all Days!

It’s the Best of the Best!”

 

Love, A Fellow Mom

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Meredith
Meredith is a transplant to the Bay Area and has fallen in love with the weather, gorgeous scenery, and plethora of local wineries. A wife and mother of two, she works part-time as a Child and Adolescent Psychiatrist. She hails from Texas, where she attended the University of Texas and will always bleed orange. She then moved to Washington DC to attend Georgetown's School of Medicine, where she fell in love with her future husband, a fellow student, and has been happily married for almost a decade. She and her husband lived in Cincinnati, Ohio for several years for their medical training and found it the perfect place to start a family. She relocated to the Bay Area a few years ago and has quickly adapted to West Coast living. Meredith enjoys the balance of part-time working and full-time parenting and loves to write about this ongoing struggle. In her persistent drive to find more "me time", she actively pursues her interests in reading, running, soccer, baking, and wine tasting.

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