This for once, isn't a review or maybe it is, after all a review of being a mom. We women that have kids all fall under the heading of Mom and we all do it differently but the end result is we would and will do anything for our kids. They make us so angry, they break our hearts, they fill us with joy, and we will go to the ends of the earth to defend them.
We start our bonds when we are carrying our children. I know the happiest moment's of my life were hearing that first heartbeat in the doctor's office. That always made it real.I was carrying a living being. Then soon enough the little butterfly feelings in our stomach where we would wonder if we were feeling our baby move. Soon after the definite kicks and legs and arms that caused our abdomen's to undulate. I know I used to talk to each one as I carried them. Told them how much I loved them and how I couldn't wait for them to be here.
The labor...yes the most intense pain in the world but once it is done, its forgotten. That final push and then the slippery mass that arrives with a scream to let you know he or she is here now. When that baby is put on your stomach and you begin to wonder if you are going to be a good parent. If your baby will love and cherish you as much as you already do them. And that undescribleable feeling of when you hold and rock your child. It dosen't have a name, and I can remember calling it "the mommy feeling". A peaceful loving feeling of immense love and affection for that baby.
As they grow we become their world. They learn to walk and subsequently fall and we make all the boo boo's go away magically with a kiss. We celebrate all the first milestones with glee. But also as they begin to explore and become more independent, we mourn the fact that they are growing older. Seems like the years between kindergarten and being a senior in high school just fly by. It wasn't easy raising them but we did the best we could with what we knew from our own mothers. They go off into the world to college or work and then in time get married and have children of their own. But we never stop being their mom and no matter how old they are, they are always our babies. That never ends until the day we die.
As adult as they are, we still ache when they have problems and rush in to try to help. Or the worst is when you know they have to do something a certain way, but you have to remain quiet so they learn. There are things our children have to experience on their own, and as much as we want to take the pain of life away from them, we cannot. All we can do as good parents is be there and let them know they are not alone and not unloved. The epiphany hits like a strike of lightning! We did it, we raised our kids and guess what? We didn't do half bad of a job! Hurrah!!!
So celebrate this day and revel in the fact that you are a parent. Hug those kids if you can and if not, give them a call and just let them know you love them. That is what being a mom is all about.
Happy Mother's Day
Rottie
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