By Rhonda Ihrig
We live in a world of fakes, knockoffs, copies, and skewed norms. Even “Real Housewives” are obviously NOT real! So with all of the perversion of reality we can easily get an improbable perspective of what a “real mom” is. Now somewhere there MAY exist that mystical female rendition of motherhood who does her hair perfectly every morning, puts on fresh makeup, gets plenty of rest, has a beautifully clean house, smiles continuously, and maintains a sweet disposition every minute of the day. I’m not sure what planet these aliens come from, but they are making the rest of us look bad! In my world, this “real mom” spent too much time working on everything, and everybody that I didn’t have much time left for self-beautification or balance. My world wasn’t very glamorous when I was dealing with
Sleepless children (which equated to personal sleep deprivation)
Crankiness (me and them)
A house that looked like a bomb went off
A decade worth of dirty laundry
Throw up (This one I couldn’t do. If they threw up, so did I)
So many dirty dishes there was nothing left to eat on (Gotta love paper products)
The anxiety from looking at everything and often not knowing where to start or how to make it better.
Yep, I’m a real mom. I have two wonderful (now grown) kids and we all survived the list above. As a real mom I also tended to scrapes and bruises, and functioned as a chauffeur for sports and social activities. As a real mom I cooked, cleaned, and did mountains of laundry. As a real mom I disciplined, loved, and encouraged. As a real mom I prayed with and wept over my kids (and grandchildren). As a real mom my kids and I survived every season of our lives.
Because as a real mom I didn’t set unrealistic or unhealthy expectations for myself. There were times I lagged behind and didn’t look like I was ready for a night out. I was worn out, lacked proper rest, and from time to time had to leave some tasks undone. But like I’ve said, WE survived. We did so because I tried to maintain a proper perspective on what I could and could not do, AND I realized that being a real mom raising children was only part of the journey not the final destination.The role of being a real mom changes as your kids grow. Each season is different and fulfilling, and no season is permanent.
Additionally, you should remember that you are the vehicle through which God’s plan for your child will be realized. They learn from observing how you live and respond to overwhelming responsibility. So, live your real mom life doing everything to the best of your ability. Don’t try to be a fake or a knock off. Don’t give up and don’t quit. Do the best you can and accept your role by being a real mom.
Rhonda is a Pastors’ wife, mother and grandmother. She lives in Livermore California, but you can also find her on the back of a Harley taking long rides with her husband, Larry. Rhonda loves God, her family, coffee and chocolate. Her passion is to see people serve God to the fullest and to see them receive every blessing that God has promised. Check her out on Instagram and Facebook!