There's another meme
roaring around the blogosphere and, even though I wasn't officially tagged to do it, I'm doin' it. Because it's a topic near and dear to my heart: being a mom.
The question is "
What five things do you love about being a mom?"
Boy, that is a dangerous question. Dangerous because, depending on the day, it could launch me into an absolute mushy, teary confession about how much I love it, how it's changed me, how I neverwantodoanythingelse, IlovebeingamomSOSOmuch... OR I could be hard pressed think of two things that I love about being a mom, much less five. Just depends on the day. Or the hour, for that matter.
Anyway, today I'm having an "I love being a mom" day so it's pretty easy to come up with five things. Here they are:
1. Like
Ms. Secret Agent Josephine,
I love being the one to comfort my kids. When I was a babysitter and even later after becoming an aunt, when the kids were hurt or sick they wanted their mommas. Regardless of how close or loved I was, they turned to their moms for comfort and I always felt a little sad and left out by that. Not that it wasn't the
right response for them to have, but it just made me a little sad.
I love that my kids turn to me with their tears and scrapes and sadnesses and know that they'll find sympathy and comfort in my arms. Sadly enough, I don't have any memories of my mom being that for me. Maybe she was, I don't know. But I have no memory of it or of even feeling that she was. I want to make sure that my kids know that I will always be there for them, to kiss a booboo, to wipe a tear, to listen to the injustices of their lives.
2.
I love it when my kids display their softer, sensitive sides. It's probably selfish but it gives me a great sense of satisfaction and pride to see them behaving kindly, or unselfishly. It makes me feel like I'm doing an okay job.
When Sam was a baby, less than a year old, when I'd pick him up, he'd snuggle into my shoulder and pat me on the back. I mentioned it to a co-worker, saying how cute I thought it was and she remarked that he did it because
I did it to him. He was mirroring the love and comfort I gave him. It was one of my first affirmations as a mother and I've never forgotten it. Now my son will bring me coffee in bed in the morning and kiss me tenderly to wake me up because he knows I'm not a morning person and I need my coffee. My daughter treats her baby dolls so lovingly that it brings tears to my eyes. She dresses them, feeds them, tucks them into bed and reads them a bedtime story before kissing them goodnight. I marvel at it, feeling a sense of pride because, even though at times I feel like I should start saving now for the therapy my kids will surely need, I know that her loving behavior is learned and it has been demonstrated to her in her own life. And that makes me really happy and reassured.
3.
I love staying home with my kids. Even though being a mom is way harder than any job I've ever had
(see also: relentless, tiring, annoying, thankless, and at times downright disgusting), I truly can't think of anything I'd rather be doing. Yes, sometimes I'd like to call in sick or take a day off, but there really isn't anything else I feel as compelled to do with my life. I feel so incredibly blessed that I've been home with my kids since they were born, raised them myself and been there for all the firsts. I've never gotten as much satisfaction from any job I've had as I have from being a mom.
4.
I love creating traditions with my kids. A few examples: decorating gingerbread houses at Christmastime, treasure hunts for their Easter baskets with rhyming clues leading them from one spot to the next, going out to breakfast on the first day of summer vacation, homemade cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning, homemade and hand-decorated birthday cakes. I know more traditions will evolve and become part of our family story over the years but already the kids are starting to have memories of these things. I love giving them happy memories to look back on.
5.
I love loving my kids. This probably sounds silly but loving my kids just feels
so good. Mother love is a different kind of love, different than any other. It's the warmest, fuzziest, most consuming love. It's invigorating, hypnotic, euphoric, and blinding all at the same time. It's drenched in bittersweetness and soaked with sentimentality. It produces physical pain as the heart nearly bursts with pride and contracts with mind-numbing fear. This love rises up, ready to attack and defend, when a threat looms. This love is something I was completely unprepared for. It has stretched me, redefined me. And I know I am better because of it.
