Rain, sunshine and smiles

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It had been raining for a really long time. Not literally, but figuratively.  Every day felt longer than the last. I was new to motherhood and didn’t know how to do anything. I felt like a failure in so many ways. The days were running together and I couldn’t tell you if it was Monday or Saturday. I was so overwhelmed, so tired, so frustrated, so scared and so alone.

Motherhood was brand new. It was my first time and I was doing it completely alone. I was trying to embrace single motherhood with a positive attitude but it was so hard. It felt like my world had been shattered and all that was left was a grey cloud that seemed to rain down on me. Whenever I felt a small success, a little voice would remind me of what a failure I was. How I let my daughter down and could not give her what I wanted her to have. A family with a mom and dad. I knew I loved her enough for ten people, but it still didn’t change the fact that I wanted things differently. I wanted my happy ending, my rainbow. A promise that everything would be ok.

Time crawled by. The months went quickly but the days were slow. My daughter didn’t sleep well and she cried a lot. And sometimes when she cried I cried with her. I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it was because I was lost. Maybe I felt a little broken. Maybe my tears were the only way I stayed sane in those early months.

I had never felt like this before. I didn’t feel like me. I felt like this version of myself that was incredibly lost. Everything was new. It was harder than starting a new job. It was harder than completing my degree. It felt so foreign. I felt like someone had thrown me into the middle of a strange place and I didn’t speak the language or understand the culture. How was I going to survive it? Could I do it? Would it ever stop raining?

As time wore on I started to feel a bit better. We were establishing a routine and while the sleep was still not as great as I wanted it to be, I was adjusting.  I didn’t feel like a put-together mom who had it all figured out, but I was getting there. I was improving. The clouds were moving out. The skies were still overcast and dreary, but they were no longer grey. I could see slivers of light.

One day when my daughter was around seven weeks old, I sat her down on the couch and sat in front of her. I made funny faces at her and talked in silly voices. And something wonderful happened. She smiled and then giggled. I quickly grabbed my camera and managed to catch that beautiful moment. That one little moment changed everything. It erased seven weeks of doubting myself, feeling inadequate and feeling like a failure. I made my baby smile. I created happiness in her life. I did it all on my own.

And just like that, the rain moved out. It was like sunshine and rainbows had entered my life. All it took was one little sign from my daughter that I was doing okay. That I was getting something right. That I was a good mom.

Time keeps passing and now my baby isn’t a baby anymore. She’s an eighteen month old toddler who is full of energy, happiness and love. We still have really hard days, and sometimes it truly does rain – both literally and figuratively. But when this happens, I remind myself that rain is temporary. That without rain, things can’t grow. Things can’t improve and things can’t change. Sometimes we need rain. We need  it so that we can appreciate the good days. The sunny days. The days that are full of joy and happiness. We can’t experience rainbows without a little rain. And those rainy days, they won’t last forever. They’ll be gone in the blink of an eye, just like a rainbow. So remember to breathe, chin up and hang in there. You got this mama.

 

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10 thoughts on “Rain, sunshine and smiles

  1. Great writing! Being a mom is a huge goal of mine, ever since I was little. Like, on the top of my dreams… the opportunity came to me when I was 22, [I got pregnant unexpectedly] but I simply couldn’t keep it, I was about to complete my last semester of college and knew it was horrible timing. Sometimes when I read other posts about being a mom, it pops back into my mind… I don’t think you ever really know how hard it is until it happens to you and I knew in my heart I was not ready for it even though inside I did want to be a mom so badly- that was one of the hardest times in my life. I admire your strength a new mama…don’t ever be afraid to ask for help, either, if you feel mentally drained or sad… postpartum depression is also a very real thing that I think may also be under-talked about.

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  2. Wait, you didn’t get the instruction manual?
    (ha!)
    Those early weeks are so harrowing, and I imagine they’re even more difficult for a single mom. I’m so glad that smile helped turn things around and helped you believe you are the best mom for your little one. You got this, too!

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