In Greek mythology, a king named Sisyphus was condemned to an afterlife in the underworld rolling a rock up a steep hill, only to have it roll back down before he reached the top. Every day, he had to push that same boulder up that same hill over and over again.
Motherhood can feel like that— playing the same game over and over because it makes Sonya happy, doing the laundry, picking up toys, preparing meals and snacks, then doing the dishes, cleaning the house, only to have all the hard work quickly undone, and having to do the same thing day after long, tiring day.
And I never seem to get enough sleep.
But sometimes, even late at night, when all our attempts of getting Sonya to bed at the usual time of nine o’clock don’t work— there are moments. That make it. All worth it.
These small moments renew me and remind me why I’m doing all of this— and I realize that I’m going to keep pushing that boulder up the hill over and over and over again.
And although on the bad days, I feel punished like Sisyphus, I know that it’s actually God building my character, testing my strength, teaching me to be more patient, more kind, more humble.
thats an awesome picture. keep it up mits. you got this.
I love that picture.
At the end of it all though, you have a wonderful, growing, intelligent young girl. All Sisyphus had was a rock.
YES YES and YES!! Motherhood can definitely feel like that rock somedays. And somedays that rock will seem like it never moves and you are not making a bit a difference. Then to wake up the next morning to see that you have to do it ALL OVER AGAIN! But it IS humbling, and it IS rewarding and God is TOTALLY testing you, and strengthening you as well. I would move that rock a million times over just to get one smile or hug from my kids by the end of the day and know that they still love me. Motherhood is the HARDEST but yet most REWARDING job you will even accomplish in your life. You rock at it! (no pun intended) haha.
I also have to mention that when you send your child off to school for the first time and realize all that you have accomplished to get them there… giving them birth, keeping them alive, keeping them clean, healthy, abc’s, 123’s, teaching them to bathe, brush their teeth, sleep all night alone, potty train, eat with a fork, say please and thank you, tie their shoes, hold a crayon, cut with scissors, write their name, not pick their nose, sit for more than 2min. and listen, and follow directions….. It was definitely a day of tears and pure satisfaction for me to know I didn’t fail that day. To know the rock made it completely to the top and I could stop and drink a diet coke before it rolled back down and enjoy that short moment. Those are AWESOME days. Bring it on Sisyphus!
Thank you.