Just A Mom
A number of years ago, I was in my kitchen attempting one of my perilous cooking adventures and it succeeded beyond even my expectations. I was ecstatic that in throwing what ingredients I had on hand together, my dessert had actually turned out.
The only one home to share my triumph was my then three-year old daughter who was seated at our kitchen table. I picked her up, twirled her around and kissed the top of her head before setting her back in her seat.
"You," I announced grandly, "have an amazing mother!"
"Uh-uh." Her fervent disagreement set me aback.
'She doesn't understand the word amazing', I thought, so I got down on my knees beside her and explained, "I'm a wonderful mother."
"No you not." She shook her head, then blinked her big round blue eyes at me. "You just a mom."
I've had my share of those 'just a mom' days. Up all night with a fussy or sick baby, chasing after toddlers and breaking up fights between siblings. Going through the 'when does it get easier' woes that turned to blues when I realized it doesn't. The 2 am panics wondering 'where are they?" and biting my tongue over wrecked vehicles and speeding tickets, first loves and road trips.
I like to say that I loved every minute of it - but of course I didn't. I did love nearly every minute of it and tried to enjoy each phase of their life knowing it was going by in a blur. I'd do it over in a heartbeat - and sometimes found myself wishing I could, worrying that I had failed to teach them this truth about God or helped them develop that strength or gift.
They are all grown up now, my children, and its pretty quiet around here. I get phone calls, emails, and share the excitement of their lives on Facebook and the occasional visits when I get the chance. I still enjoy every - nearly - minute of it and am thankful that even if the colors of it have changed a little, being a mom doesn't end, its just another phase to thoroughly enjoy. And you know what? Despite my failures and all my worrying - those kids of mine turned out pretty good.
I always thought it couldn't get any better than being 'just a mom'. And then, a week ago, in a special moment between my daughter and I she wrapped her arms around me and with tears in those big blue eyes declared, "Mom, you're amazing!"
Oh, it gets better, ladies. Indeed, it does.
The only one home to share my triumph was my then three-year old daughter who was seated at our kitchen table. I picked her up, twirled her around and kissed the top of her head before setting her back in her seat.
"You," I announced grandly, "have an amazing mother!"
"Uh-uh." Her fervent disagreement set me aback.
'She doesn't understand the word amazing', I thought, so I got down on my knees beside her and explained, "I'm a wonderful mother."
"No you not." She shook her head, then blinked her big round blue eyes at me. "You just a mom."
I've had my share of those 'just a mom' days. Up all night with a fussy or sick baby, chasing after toddlers and breaking up fights between siblings. Going through the 'when does it get easier' woes that turned to blues when I realized it doesn't. The 2 am panics wondering 'where are they?" and biting my tongue over wrecked vehicles and speeding tickets, first loves and road trips.
I like to say that I loved every minute of it - but of course I didn't. I did love nearly every minute of it and tried to enjoy each phase of their life knowing it was going by in a blur. I'd do it over in a heartbeat - and sometimes found myself wishing I could, worrying that I had failed to teach them this truth about God or helped them develop that strength or gift.
They are all grown up now, my children, and its pretty quiet around here. I get phone calls, emails, and share the excitement of their lives on Facebook and the occasional visits when I get the chance. I still enjoy every - nearly - minute of it and am thankful that even if the colors of it have changed a little, being a mom doesn't end, its just another phase to thoroughly enjoy. And you know what? Despite my failures and all my worrying - those kids of mine turned out pretty good.
I always thought it couldn't get any better than being 'just a mom'. And then, a week ago, in a special moment between my daughter and I she wrapped her arms around me and with tears in those big blue eyes declared, "Mom, you're amazing!"
Oh, it gets better, ladies. Indeed, it does.
All for Him,
Missy
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