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… Makes you stronger

People underestimate mothers. They think we’re weak and feeble.

Fallacy. Mothers are WARRIORS.

Mothers can survive being torn in half and not die. We can bleed for weeks and not die. We can stay awake for days and not die.

Mothers are put through physical tests most men would crumble at. And yet we survive—nay, we THRIVE.

We keep moving forward, we keep creating life, we keep working and earning and organising everything in everyone’s life and we do it with style and class. On no sleep or proper food.

My body has conditioned itself to operate on less than two hours of sleep a night. I’ve become nocturnal. I could become a soldier of fortune, hunting people by night, fighting in the blackness, sleeping for minutes at a time … they’d never catch me.

But if they did catch me, I could withstand weeks of interrogation. Months, even. I’ve been interrogated for three years straight by my son #blessed. There isn’t a question I haven’t heard and avoided.

If they moved to negotiation? Ha! I’ve been dealing with extremists for years #preciousmemories. I have negotiation skills that would put the UN to shame. I could bring together warring nations with the skills I’ve learnt at dinnertime alone.

And if they moved onto torture, I’d be just fine. I have learnt to cope with the aggressively irritating woo woo siren noise my son makes when he wants my attention. It’s hardened me. I’m stronger because of it. If I can withstand that, I can withstand anything.

I’m so grateful my children like to scream at the same time, while I’m trying to make dinner, one of them trying to climb my leg while I’m holding a pot of boiling water while someone else spills their drink all over the couch. They’ve made me a weapon. I’m unstoppable.

We are warriors. Just imagine what we could achieve with a full night’s rest.