Being A Mom
mother’s day is right around the corner.
crazy to believe this is my 7th
mother’s day.
which is nothing compared to so many
others out there.
but still hard for me to believe that i
have been winging this mom thing for seven years now.
and that’s exactly it, totally winging
it.
i mean do any of us really know how to do
this?
every day i lay down and think, i
shouldn’t have done that, or said that, or i should have been there sooner, or
made this, or bought that, or had them wear this, or i wonder how they felt
when that happened.
it never stops.
let’s face it – we have a lot on our
plates.
it’s a constant worry.
or the days when you turn into ursela at
the ending of little mermaid.
and then you regret every.single.thing
you said.
and you just lay there waiting for them
to wake up in the morning so you can kiss them and tell them you’re sorry and
you love them so much.
i remember the sleepless nights.
which seem so long ago.
and the fresh new smells.
and the carrying them everywhere.
so many days i miss that.
and so many days i remember my kids can
feed and bathe themselves.
all while i can sit on the couch for two
peaceful minutes before someone yells for me to make sure they got all the
conditioner out of their hair, or they need me to wash their back.
and i am up and back in mom mode again.
but honestly, i couldn’t imagine it any
other way.
7 years ago if you would have said my
favorite job is being a mom i would have been hesitate.
i never saw myself as the “mom” type.
but man i love it.
i absolutely love this job.
every single hard and stressful part
about this job.
i love it.
i cry daily because of something awesome
that they did, something really sweet they said, or a random act of kindness
they did for a friend/neighbor/classmate/anyone.
trust me there are days i also cry because
i feel like a total failure.
being a mom makes me proud.
but it also makes me scared, nervous, and
total worrywart.
always hoping you are planning the best
future for them.
teaching them good life lessons.
teaching them hard life lessons.
teaching them in general.
and then there are days when get a random
“mom, when you are old i will push your wheelchair into church for you.”
and its oddly weird but perfectly
genuine.
makes you think, how in the world did
that thought cross their mind?
and all you can do is smile, thank them,
cry (because that’s all i do), and remember that everything is going ok.
so to all the moms out there who read
this post.
you’re not alone.
we are all winging it.
we are all cry baby worry warts.
i hope your mother’s day is full of every
single ounce of love you deserve.
even if you only get to sit down for two
seconds.
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