There is no job that is more trying than motherhood. From the first signs of morning sickness to listening to them talk about moving out, nobody has made me cry more than my children.
During pregnancy my children made me vomit, gave me headaches, contorted my body and stretched my skin while leaving "tiger stripes" that never went away. I cried.
Then comes the fun part... the labor. My children squeezed and twisted and tore things that were never meant to be torn. My children made me get epidurals and cesearean sections that left nasty scars and required extensive healing time. I cried.
My babies had their own language that I tried to learn very quickly in order to understand their needs. They kept me up all night and slept all day; they got ear infections, colds, had colic and while I was trying to learn their language, I spent hours trying to decipher their cries. I cried.
As toddlers my children teetered to and fro as they learned to walk; they fell off of jungle gym equipment and left me home alone as they ventured into the tiny world of kindergarten. I cried.
Junior high school brought my boys stumbling into independence, getting their first kiss, and suffering through their first broken heart. I cried.
My boys have gone to their first football game, hung out with friends, and will soon go to homecoming dances and high school proms. Noah bought his first car, talks about his future and college, and tells me that he isn't living at home when he goes to college. I cry.
Being a mother is the hardest job in the world. I have learned how to function off of three hours sleep and to think of myself last. I learned that there is nothing sweeter than the smell of my freshly bathed baby and that my favorite hobby became to watch my babies sleep.
As a mother I pray that my boys are making wise decisions as they discover their independence and have held my baby as he cried when his first love broke his heart.
I have never cried over anything or anybody as much as I have cried over my children. They make me cry regularly and I wouldn't have it any other way. I have cried in pain because of my children but not nearly as much as I have cried out of joy and pride because of my children.
I cried when all three of them took their first steps and I cried when the said, "Mama."
I cried when Noah got his first touchdown and I cried when he bought his car.
I cried when Aidan got his first kiss and when he brought home straight As and Bs.
I cried when Trystan triumphed after his first surgery and I cried when he proved all of the doctors wrong.
I have never had a more difficult, exhausting, and emotionally draining job as being a mother and I wouldn't have it any other way.