Home / Life The truth about being a mom of 3: I finally believe in myself This mom-of-three life is no joke. By Colleen Temple January 2, 2018 Rectangle A few weekends ago, my husband and I decided to do our weekend grocery shopping trip together as a familyāour āactivityā for the day, if you will. So that meant my husband, me, our preschooler, our toddler and our newborn were going to tackle our list of apples and oranges, seltzer and coffee, hummus and almondsātogether. So there I was, strolling through the frozen foods section of Trader Joeās, pushing our stroller with newborn Natalie in her seat, and big girls Maggie and Lucy standing on the kickstand attachmentāand a woman pushing her daughter in a cart came up to me. Now, side note, Iām shy. Iām not always a āpeople person,ā not really one for small talk. So I panicked at first as she approached meāwas she going to say something weird about how my children were behaving? Was she going to give me one of those awkward, āLooks like you have your hands full!ā comments? She didnāt. Instead, she gave me a gift. She said, āIām in awe of you. Look at you with these three children at the grocery store. Youāre doing it. Keep it up, mama. God bless you all.ā I didnāt even know what to say. I was sort of shocked. I was so ready to play defense, I hardly even gave her the chance to give me the assist. Well, let me tell youāthere was a pep in my step the rest of the day, and my husband joked that now Iād never shop at another grocery store again. (Which is probably trueāI mean, the whole experience was very pleasant.) So the gift this angel woman gave me was not just a super nice compliment. She gave me perspective. A new way to look at myself. I realized that the timing of this compliment from the angel woman was no coincidenceāwe had just recently welcomed baby number three into our family and while it can all be a lot to handle, it has also proven to me that I really am a strong, capable, confident mother. Itās finally starting to sink in now that Iāve welcomed my third child into my life. I donāt have to āfake it till I make itā (one of my favorite life mottos) anymore. Iāve made it. Despite the hardships, exhaustion, worry and frustration motherhood can bring, I feel comfortable in my role as a mother. I feel confident in what Iām doing. Iām finding that Iām second guessing myself less. Iām finding that Iām doubting myself less. Iām finding that Iām beating myself up less. This mom-of-three life is no joke. It has helped me cut through the negative and finally just believe in myself. With baby number three I can finally say, with confidence: I have a really good idea of what Iām doing. And I may not always do it ārightā or āperfect,ā but I know how to make sound decisions for my children and I know how to put my familyās needs first. I know how to be their mom. Itās been a breath of fresh air. There have been other revelations Iāve had since going from two to three children. Like how my oldest somehow now looks like sheās about to turn 25, when sheās really only about to turn four. Like how Iāve been craving individual time with each child more and more, and trying to figure out a way to squeeze that into our busy days. Like how Iām thoroughly enjoying having a newborn around again, especially with this newfound confidence and calm. Dare I say, I feel a little more relaxed as a parent now. (Which is not exactly what I thought would happen.) Like how it takes us roughly two hours to prepare to leave the house and then roughly one hour to actually get in the car to get where weāre going. Like how Iām now completely used to someone either being in the shower with me every time I try to shower, someone crawling or sitting on me every time I plop down to relax, or someone always sneaking in my bed taking up about 95% of my spot. Like how thereās always someone around to give me a hug or make me laugh or be inspired by. Thereās always someone around to cuddle with, talk with and remind me how lucky I am. All my life Iāve wanted to be more confident. Finally, I have that gift. And as it turns out, itās my children who have given it to me. ? The latest Life Can men really see the mess? Inside momsā invisible labor at home Life 7 months pregnant on the campaign trail: How motherhood has changed the way I view politics Style Zooey Deschanel’s tips on how to get holiday party-ready (without putting your finger through your tights while your kids are yelling for dinner) Motherly Stories What is the āgratitude trapā? How gratitude can keep us stuck