I used to think that being a mom was easy, that is, until I became one.
Growing up, I witnessed how my own mother balanced her life as a wife, a careerwoman, her community service and her 7 children! I appreciated how she did her job as a mom so well that I thought, "hey, being a mom is so simple!"
But motherhood was tougher than I thought...
I gave birth to our first-born son via C-section in a foreign country where my husband and I were based for the past 6 years. Without my mom or any relative to help me out, I had to face my new role as a mom on my own. We didn't get a nanny since I work from home and my and husband and I had flexible working hours. My husband is an extremely supportive and devoted father, ofcourse. We had friends who offered to help out from time to time. But I was always "on call", so to speak.
On top of adjusting to motherhood, I had duties to do as a wife, a missionary, and a working woman. Not to mention, that desire to enjoy a few moments of "me-time". There were moments when I felt that 24 hours a day and 7 days a week are simply not enough.
But in spite of the demands and challenges of motherhood, I am truly grateful for this role.
My mother inspired me to realize my own personal mission as a mom. I embraced motherhood as one of the best things that ever happened to me. It's definitely not an easy task, especially in my case, raising my child in a foreign country. But nothing can ever compare with that awesome sense of fulfillment in each hug after every tantrum... in each kiss after every scolding episode. Those precious moments whenever my son would stand up after each fall and in every smile after each crying moment. I find joy in every peaceful sleeps together after a tiring day and in the warmth of hearing each "ba-bu" (my son's version of I love you when he was 2 years of age) after every "sorry".
Being a mom brings out the best and sometimes worst in me, but it is in striving to bring out the best in my child that gives me strength to carry on this task and realize that every sacrifice is definitely worth it.
The best thing about being a mom is seeing life through the innocent eyes of my 4-year old... that pure happiness of being able to love selflessly... and that wonderful sense of achievement in witnessing my child, little by little, grow up to be the person I hoped he would become.