It seems like yesterday when I was first given the title. "MOM."
A small human being was placed in my arms and I was a mom. Of course, I had felt them inside me for months before that moment. But even that didn’t seem real.
Yes, the pregnancy and giving birth are amazing miracles. But it’s the years after that that really have an impact. It’s the kissing of the boo-boos and reading The Pokey Pony 20 times in a row. It’s walking the floor at night and changing the 15th diaper of the day.
It’s the sitting through a 4 hour dance recital to see your kid onstage for 4 minutes; standing in a 50 degree drizzle to watch them get at bat once. It’s laughing at a joke told all wrong or a story that no one could follow.
It’s going to 40 stores to find a prom dress—and sitting up all night to make sure they get home safely. It’s trying to calmly talk about such things as drinking and sex when what you really want to do is lock them in a closet somewhere.
I tried to be a good mother, I hope I was. The fact that my daughter and son are the compassionate, caring people they are makes me feel I did something to be worthy of the title. And that my daughter has done such an awesome job with her son is Thanks guys for making me look so good.
And Happy Mother’s Day to all.