I’ll just be real: celebrating anything over 4 hours of sleep in a row is what I rejoice in these days. Exhaustion and mom-guilt get the best of me often when it comes to truly celebrating moments.
I find it easy to celebrate the things you’d maybe expect as a mom:
- sleep-filled nights (can you tell I’m tired? ;)
- potty training successes
- new words
- new skills!
- new teeth!
But celebrating myself as a woman, wife and mom is something I avoid and shut down quickly. Whether it be a compliment or a milestone, I find reasons I failed in some way, instead.
I want to be the mom who says thank you to a compliment instead of turning it down. I want my kids to see me rejoicing in small successes, so they learn to do the same.
It’s so easy for me to be too busy or distracted: the mom’s to-do list is never ending.
Celebration often feels like a ton of work. Well, maybe not a ton of work, but another thing on the list, for sure.
But I want to be the mom who celebrates finding petunias because “we can eat these mommy!” I want to be the mom who stops what she’s doing to celebrate the lego tower and the drawings. I want to be the mom who changes dinner to sandwiches, so we can spend more time celebrating a doll’s birthday at Ristorante Delicioso (that’s Harlow’s new restaurant, if you’re wondering).
I want to learn to stop and truly celebrate the tiniest of moments.
Since our move, I find myself longing for familiarity. And in small ways, that is starting to happen: I can even drive home from Trader Joe’s without using my GPS.
But the longing for a friend who’s known me longer than a few months is real. Friendships take time, and when I think about celebrating something, it’s the friends who have known me for years that I long to be with.
I know the days will be long, but the years will be short. Memories will be made and moments will be celebrated.
One thing we’ve celebrated as a family is the purchase of a home here in the Boston area! It’s been bittersweet for me, as sometimes I felt like we were just on a long vacation and heading back to Pittsburgh in due time. But knowing that we will have so many reasons to celebrate — both large and small — in this home together is what causes me to truly rejoice.
We go often to check on its progress and explore. We’ve named the bunny family in the backyard, Harlow’s claimed a bedroom, and I sit and pray for laughter and celebration to fill the now empty spaces.
I want to be a mom who celebrates home wherever home may be.
It’s easy for me to try to skip ahead into a home to settle into, nights filled with sleep and no more diapers. It’s easy for me to say, “I’ll celebrate then.” and “I’ll celebrate when…”
I don’t want to be a skipper, and I don’t want to wait. I want to stop and celebrate, even when my heart is missing family and feeling heavy. I want to stop and celebrate, even when I’m exhausted and sleep is all I want.
I want to be the mom who finds joy in the mundane and celebration in the chaos.