Motherhood is the Same Thing Over and Over Again

A Gift for Mom! 🤍

Monday through Friday, I wake up, shower, grab coffee, dress for work, wake the boys, and have the same daily arguments on getting dressed, brushing teeth, going to the bathroom, making bed. Two drop-offs while fighting the morning commute. Work eight hours. Two pick-ups while fighting the evening commute.

Home is making the same rotation of meals, listening to the school day conversations, attempting a family meal, some play time mixed in, bath, books, and bed. I toss in a load of laundry or a toilet cleaning randomly.

It is the same thing. Over and over again. The same plans. The same routine. The same meltdowns and tantrums. Quite boring, really.

I remember in the early days of motherhood and being a stay-at-home mom, I thought this is so boring. Dull. A little lifeless. Confining. Stifling. Is this what motherhood looks like? What parenthood looks like? A daily schedule that sucks so much energy out of me? It is a life my then-husband could not live with; He needed more adventure and excitement. Being a parent is not full of the rush and acceleration he craves. Therefore, I live the mundane life of single motherhood.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I like to sprinkle a little spice into our routine. A picnic outside. A day trip to the zoo. Thanksgiving in Chicago. On the weekends, we like to sit in our underwear and watch cartoons with our morning coffee. Crazy, right?

Sigh. Just writing this makes me a little sad. It is so routine. It is so stable. It is so consistent. It is so boring. Yet, my sons are flourishing in this life. Their personalities are blossoming and blooming. They crave the known. Who is picking them up everyday. Who is kissing their hurts and reading the books. Who is tucking them into bed. The ordinary day we have is their home. Their safety net. Their constant.

So I push forward. Most mornings, I almost cry thinking here we go again. Today is going to be the same as yesterday and the yesterday before that. With a heavy heart, I pack my lunch, kiss the boys goodbye, work the daily grind. Come home again tired. Exhausted from the office life only to transition into the same motherhood routine.

Yet, this time, my oldest son reads a book to me at bedtime. He didn’t fight me when I told him to brush his teeth. This is new. My four-year-old told a really funny joke at supper. I noticed he is becoming the little comedian. He wanted to hold my hand for a bit before he fell asleep. Unprompted, he said I love you Mommy. Something he has never done before.

A few nights later, our supper conversation didn’t revolve around poop and pee jokes. We talked about God and what Heaven would look like. The three of us went for an evening walk. We found sticks, leaves, and pretty colored rocks. Bedtime was actually peaceful. This night was different.

The next day starts out the same. Wake up. Shower. Grab coffee. Little arms wrapping around my waist while rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Sloppy kisses goodbye. Work for a company that values family and me. Two pick-ups where green and brown eyes light up when they see me. Running into my arms for a hug. Home for supper. Around a table where we hold hands in prayer. Playing baseball and watching my boys with a huge smile on my face. Bathtime is bubbles and laughter. Reading books together on the bed. Laying side to side. Saying the memorized words out loud. Bedtime kisses and hugs. Mommy, will you lay with me just a little longer? One more kiss? I love you , Mommy.

It is the same thing, over and over again. The same kisses. The same hugs. The same love. Quite wonderful, really.

You may also like:

Don’t Let Me Forget Their Littleness

I’ll Hold You Instead

Why Tired Mothers Stay Up So Late

But Mommy, You Were Too Busy

Want more stories of love, family, and faith from the heart of every home, delivered straight to you? Sign up here!

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Katie Weber

Me. My two little men. My second change. Motherhood. Depression. Divorce. Love. God. laugher. Friendship. My lovely. It's all right here.

I Finally Admitted I Didn’t Want To Be a SAHM Anymore

In: Motherhood

For most of my life, I believed becoming a stay-at-home mom wasn’t just a choice, it was the ultimate goal. The kind of life a “good” woman was meant to want. The kind of life that meant you were doing things right. I grew up surrounded by that message. In conservative spaces, in church circles, in subtle conversations about what a “real” mother looked like. Women who stayed home were praised. Women who didn’t were quietly questioned. I learned, without ever being directly told, that a mother’s highest purpose was to center her entire world around her children and her...

Keep Reading

I’m Not Really Sure How To Do This Teenager Thing

In: Motherhood, Teen

I was not prepared to be a mother of teenagers. Sure, I was warned by other parents about the difficult journey I was about to embark on, but I did not expect it to be this challenging. I remember these two sweet, innocent children who wanted to be with me all the time. Now they barely give me the time of day. How did we get here? Like many parents, we long to have that child who once, a long time ago, called us Mommy and Daddy and begged us to read them another story. Where are those kids I...

Keep Reading

Why Don’t We Talk About Jonah’s Mother?

In: Faith, Living, Motherhood

Praying for My Son Send a storm to stop him; Let his friends throw him out. May he drop to the deeps, But gently, please, Stubborn though he may be. If it could only take three days, How my mother’s heart would Rejoice in praise. From the hell you allow him, Let him cry to you. Is not Nineveh and mercy Exactly what he knows He needs— A mercy on enemies He fears You will concede? Please let all the shade wither If his is an angry soul; Humble him and help him follow Where you would have his purpose...

Keep Reading

To the Mom Worrying She’s Not Doing Enough This Summer

In: Motherhood

It’s only the second week of summer, and, thanks to modern-day social media, I feel like I’ve already seen it all. Picture-perfect beach getaways, color-coded bucket lists, backyard neighborhood movie nights, you name it. And if I’m being honest, I’ve already caught myself wondering if I’m doing enough. More than once, at that. As a solo mom of two, I’m still adjusting to our new norm while trying desperately to delicately let go of any expectations tied to all of our past experiences…including summer vacations. I’m reminding myself that our summers won’t look like they used to. At least not...

Keep Reading

Your Worth As a Mother Is Not Defined By How You Feed Your Baby

In: Baby, Motherhood

I’m not breastfeeding my baby. I wanted to. And I was able to for the first several weeks of her life. But as the days went on, I could tell it wasn’t enough for her anymore, so we started supplementing. And sure enough, without warning, she began screaming through nursing sessions, but was satisfied with a bottle. And that’s when I knew what I needed to do. A similar situation also happened with my first. She didn’t gain her birth weight back on my milk alone, so I had no choice but to supplement right away. And before I knew...

Keep Reading

A Mother’s Love Doesn’t End When Her Kids Move Out

In: Motherhood

When my last sibling moved out of the house, I watched my mom struggle in a quiet, almost unspoken way. It wasn’t something dramatic or visible; it was something I could feel in her presence. For 40 years, her life had revolved around taking care of us—my siblings and me. Every season of her life had been shaped around our needs, our schedules, our milestones, and our growing up. Being a mom wasn’t just something she did. It was who she was—the structure of her days, the cadence of her thoughts, and the center of her purpose. So when the...

Keep Reading

The Hardest Part of Divorce Is Being Away from My Kids

In: Living, Marriage, Motherhood

I’ve written several times about how divorce has allowed me to find myself again, and how that version is even better than the one I was before I was married. All of that is still true. I am happier than I’ve ever been. More confident and sure of myself. I understand my emotions and how to handle myself when things get tough or scary. I am more grounded and calm than I’ve ever been. Truly, I have come out on top. I’ve received comments about how happy I look, how I’m “living my best life with kids only half the...

Keep Reading

I May Let Go of the Baby Things, but I’ll Hold the Memories Forever

In: Baby, Motherhood

Woman looking through closet of baby items

It’s easy to think of multiple sayings and mottos about how invaluable earthly possessions are. “It’s not what you have, but who you share it with” “Worry less about things and more about experiences” “Who cares what you have, you can’t take it with you when you go” And trust me, I know these to be true. I am not a hoarder of hotel pens or mini shampoo bottles or every receipt and coaster from my favorite restaurants. I don’t care much for name-brand shoes or designer purses, yet there are a few things I just can’t easily let go...

Keep Reading

Mom Showed Us Love that Lasts

In: Motherhood

Vintage photo of mother and three young kids

We moved a few years ago, and we had a closet that needed some reworking. In doing so, my husband found some old photos. He pulled out an album that held this vintage photo of my mom, my sisters, and me. It was probably circa 1983 when prints were made from Kodak. I actually don’t remember seeing the photo before. But I love it. In the photo, my mother’s eyes are shut with a blink because those were the days when blinks weren’t edited. It’s beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking about the captured connection. She was showing us something...

Keep Reading

This Is How I’m Raising My Sensitive Son

In: Motherhood

When I was pregnant with my son, everyone warned me of what was to come. “Just you wait,” they’d say with an underlying schadenfreude, “you’ll never sleep again.” I fully expected sleep-deprived days and long, unrelenting nights, calming my son down from tantrums, trying to keep the peace with my marriage. But I got lucky—my son sleeps through the night, doesn’t throw tantrums, and my marriage is stronger than ever. I didn’t expect that, especially because I struggle with my own mental health and assumed I’d be in the weeds during my postpartum period. Now that my son is almost...

Keep Reading

I Bought Deodorant For My Preteen and Now I'm the One Who's Sweating

Kids

I Bought Deodorant For My Preteen and Now I'm the One Who's Sweating

I'm Learning to Parent My Teens At the Edge

Kids

Motherhood is the Same Thing Over and Over Again

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Katie Weber

I Finally Admitted I Didn’t Want To Be a SAHM Anymore

I’m Not Really Sure How To Do This Teenager Thing

Why Don’t We Talk About Jonah’s Mother?

To the Mom Worrying She’s Not Doing Enough This Summer

Your Worth As a Mother Is Not Defined By How You Feed Your Baby

A Mother’s Love Doesn’t End When Her Kids Move Out

The Hardest Part of Divorce Is Being Away from My Kids

I May Let Go of the Baby Things, but I’ll Hold the Memories Forever

Mom Showed Us Love that Lasts

This Is How I’m Raising My Sensitive Son

Get It Now

So God Made a Mother

Motherhood is the Same Thing Over and Over Again

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

I Finally Admitted I Didn’t Want To Be a SAHM Anymore

I’m Not Really Sure How To Do This Teenager Thing

Why Don’t We Talk About Jonah’s Mother?

To the Mom Worrying She’s Not Doing Enough This Summer

Your Worth As a Mother Is Not Defined By How You Feed Your Baby

A Mother’s Love Doesn’t End When Her Kids Move Out

The Hardest Part of Divorce Is Being Away from My Kids

I May Let Go of the Baby Things, but I’ll Hold the Memories Forever

Mom Showed Us Love that Lasts

This Is How I’m Raising My Sensitive Son

Previous Post

Next Post

You May Also Like