If you find yourself seeking outside validation or approval, or just generally wanting a pat on the back for the things you do in life, you aren’t going to find that in parenting. I really don’t consider myself to have those personality traits in general and yet the thankless job of motherhood still hit me like a ton of bricks when I had my first baby. It’s, of course, not why I got into motherhood, and even with all of the responsibility I always thoroughly enjoyed having a new baby, but the demands without feedback can wear a person down. The give, give, give, give without recognition can be defeating. I’m doing ALL of the things and yet I see no crowds of fans lifting me up, roaring with applause and singing my praises.
In those early stages it is the constant, exhausting, relentless care that is needed. The breastfeeding (or just feeding) the changing, bathing, sleeplessness, scary nights when they’re sick, life altering day in and day out need. And if you’re a parent to a sick child, your load is even greater than average. As they grow it’s the mental burn. I recently said to one of my friends that I feel like I’m brain dead. I can’t even hold a conversation sometimes, it’s like I’m in a fog, and we joked about how kids kill our brain cells. But really, it’s not that. It’s those freaking balls in the air. All kinds of balls. Actually they are more like cinder blocks because god forbid you drop one and IT WILL ALL SHATTER. No one notices this part of parenting. It’s the silent work. Maybe other moms do because they just KNOW, but they are also busy with their own cinder blocks. The cinder blocks are school papers, and sports sign ups, doctor’s appointments and registration forms. They’re making sure your kids are loving and kind and happy and well adjusted and that their cup is filled. It’s giving them each individual attention and connection. Raising them to be resilient and responsible. It’s giving them confidence while also ensuring that they are humble. It’s play dates and outings and experiences and all of the effort it takes to give them a big beautiful life. Just a side note- you’re going to have to feed them and clothe them as well- and it all feels so unnoticed. It feels thankless.
But feelings? They’re tricky. They’re wavering. And they can be misleading. Silence the layers of stress and confusing feelings and tune into your heart. You might feel something different there. Pause. Listen to the real and true you. Now…is this “job” still thankless? Sure, maybe in words, but the thank you is in each and every day if you just stop and look for it. Just notice it.
The thank you comes from your 5 year old telling you that you’re the best mommy she’s ever had. Your 8 year old telling you she wants to be just like you when she grows up. Your son resolving a conflict with a peer using skills you know you’ve taught him. It’s your 2 year old lovingly stroking her sister’s back when she cries. The thank you is a teacher or another adult saying rewarding things about your children. It’s when they stand up for themselves (and others), it’s when they love and are kind and giving, it’s when they begin to do things for themselves; from riding a bike with no training wheels to making their own breakfast. Its when they begin to do things for others. Your thank you is looking at them and realizing that no matter how many times you’ve thought you’ve screwed them up, you really think they’re going to turn out great. Actually, you KNOW it. That all of the life experiences, the people you’ve chosen for them be around, the advice you give, the example you set, all of the things that truly matter, none of it goes unnoticed. As with everything else in life, it all comes full circle.
One day you’ll look at them and realize where all of that effort and devotion went. That day can be today if you let it. Your effort and devotion creates who they are…and who they are will be all of the thanks that you’ll ever need. Just look around you. The thank you is in the life you’ve built. The good, the bad, the real, the true, the ugly and the BEAUTIFUL. All of it. The thank yous are everywhere.







