Mum's nightmare is the beginning of her day as she forgets to remember

The tales of motherhood are long, complicated and full of love. 

But sometimes we need it to be condensed and put into perspective, for our sanity if for nothing else. 

Adrian Wood always seems to put our minds at ease though, the mum-of-four plods through her day with many different feelings, some good, some not so good, but never wavering.

 

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Describing being awoken by a nightmare, the mum doesn't dwell on the negative start, because as a mother it was just the beginning of her day. 

"I packed lunches, put dry cereal in bowls and helped look for and talk through the debacle of a missing social studies notebook. Mothers listen."

"I tiptoed so as to not wake up my husband because he had a really tiring day yesterday. Mothers understand."

 

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"I drove everyone to school and forced myself to go to the grocery store. Mothers persevere. I had lunch with a friend and worked for several hours. Mothers juggle."

Throughout her day, Adrian was found to toss, plan, continue, cook, cheer, teach, connect, smile, learn and prioritise.

It is the routine which befalls a mother on a daily basis, the different acts which are completed that we sometimes fail to acknowledge. 

 

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"I lay beside him as he fell asleep and thought about the day and the gift of time. Mothers slow. I wonder what will happen tomorrow as a million things rush my mind. Mothers worry."

"I grow hot beside the little boy dressed in fleece and still, I remain. Mothers know. I never did get a shower or put real clothes on. Mothers sacrifice."

Lying there beside her youngest, the mum thinks about where her children will be in years to come, whether they will leave her for pastures new or stay rooted at the nest. 

 

Motherhood I had a nightmare that woke me and I rose to make my coffee. Mothers begin. I packed lunches, put dry cereal in bowls and helped look for and talk through the debacle of a missing social studies notebook. Mothers listen. I tiptoed so as to not wake up my husband because he had a really tiring day yesterday. Mothers understand. I drove everyone to school and forced myself to go to the grocery store. Mothers persevere. I had lunch with a friend and worked for several hours. Mothers juggle. I cleaned out a closet, a corner cupboard and kitchen cabinets. Mothers toss. I had a sitter take my littlest to the park and I worked some more. Mothers continue. I made dinner and we ate nearly all together. Mothers cook. I asked my husband to pick up our son and a friend from soccer practice. Mothers plan. I watched my daughter give her all in karate class. Mothers cheer. I made people take showers and put their dirty clothes in laundry baskets. Mothers teach. I watched the news with my significant other and we talked about guns. Mothers connect. I ignored plates and dishes and leftover chicken divan so I could get someone in their footy pajamas. Mothers prioritize. I heard about the missing social studies notebook and how it had been found on a table at school. Mothers smile. I snuggled up to my precious son who shall be four next month and in that moment autism didn't seem so scary. Mothers learn. I lay beside him as he fell asleep and thought about the day and the gift of time. Mothers slow. I wonder what will happen tomorrow as a million things rush my mind. Mothers worry. I grow hot beside the little boy dressed in fleece and still, I remain. Mothers know. I never did get a shower or put real clothes on. Mothers sacrifice. I will miss my birds when they fly the nest though I wonder if Amos will ever fly away. Mothers hope. I adore motherhood and all that comes with it even when I forget to remember. Mothers love.

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But while she contemplates the different scenarios which could take place for her family, there is something she realises through the craziness. 

"I adore motherhood and all that comes with it even when I forget to remember. Mothers love."

Because through a mother's love, sometimes we forget that we love what we do, and we wouldn't change a thing. 

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