Like many Americans and sports enthusiasts around the world, I am getting Olympic Fever. But here’s the thing…I feel like I am competing in the Olympics every day. I might not have the physique or talent as the amazing athletes representing their countries from around the world, but I feel like I should be winning the gold medal (okay, okay, maybe bronze) in motherhood…and so should you. Here’s Why Motherhood should be an Olympic Sport.
You have no idea how tightly I was holding their hands so that I could get ONE photo from our vacation with me in it. Seriously. Gold medal to me!
The exhaustion begins when they are just peanuts (at least that’s what Baby Center told me via their weekly pregnancy updates)…and it just continues. I truly think that little kids get all of their energy by siphoning it away from their moms and taking it all for themselves. And since breaks for us moms are few and far between, we know quite a bit about building stamina in order to achieve a goal (in my case, that daily goal is always bedtime!).
I read somewhere that a woman’s brain is capable of focusing on more things at once than a man’s (to be perfectly honest, I’m too busy and tired to actually look up the actual article but TRUST ME on this one, I swear). And once a woman becomes a mom, her ability to multitask absolutely skyrockets. Have a business phone call while feeding a baby? Check. Make school lunches while preparing dinner and helping with homework? Check. Folding laundry, planning weekend activities with your spouse…while building the most epic race track ever? Checkity check check check.
My husband loves to joke that my purse is my Hermione bag (hello, Harry Potter fans…I see you AND I love you). Not only do I remember to pack snacks, I bring juice boxes, sunscreen, bug spray, band aids, hand sanitizer, wipes, sunglasses, blankies, diapers, a change of clothes, beloved toys, crayons, coloring pages, books…the list goes on and on. I am pretty proud of myself for being able to have my family basically live out of my bag, but it does wreck havoc on my neck and shoulders!
I like to joke that my goal for each day is to make it to bed time (and honestly, it is my favorite time of day…aren’t your kids absolutely adorable when they are sleeping?!?!). But in reality, my goal is to raise my boys to become respectful, inquisitive, and kind men. So I navigate through all of the drama and bad news in the world to create a loving and educational home for my kids that teaches them to look for the good and to actually BE the good in the world, no matter how challenging that may be.
What aspects of motherhood do you think deserve an Olympic medal? I’d love to hear them. You all deserve a gold medal and your face on a Wheaties box, dear mamas.
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