What can I say here to the woman who gave me life, has always been there for me and pretty much is my hero?
I will be honest that I definitely had so much I wanted to say and yet all I could say sounded like the sentence above – a bit contrived and totally cliched.
A huge part of this is the fact that I took a lot of this for granted growing up.
To be completely honest, my mom would tell you that I was just like my oldest daughter having colic and crying many nights keeping her awake for hours on end.
She has also shared that by the age of three, I became a complete pleasure and so much so that she almost didn’t want to have another baby for fear that once she made it through to the other side with me that she would have another cranky baby and go through sleepless nights all over again.
In reality, she did have my brother, 6 years after me (god help her, but I guess it took her this long to get up the courage to go for another go around on the sleepless nights merry-go-round).
And thankfully for her, my brother was a good baby and child, too. So, her fears were for naught on this.
Although, she was a stay at home mom being the one there for us constantly day and night, too. So much so, that she was once quoted as saying, after an especially long and trying day of hearing us call for her all day long while duking it out over our own sibling issues, “I am going to change my name and not tell you my new name.”
Then came the teenage years and I must admit right here, I was downright awful. My poor mother what I put her through then.
But then, of course came marriage and kids for me. It was only then, that I realized how hard it is to be a mom.Mom and I-2006 Before My Wedding (All Grown Up!)
I, unlike my own mom, got pregnant when my colicky baby was only 7 1/2 months old. Yes, I fully admit that I wasn’t planning it this way and have never denied here that I was most definitely scared and nervous that I would get another colicky baby.
I thank god everyday that my second child was such a good baby. Someone smiled down upon me, either that or knew I truly couldn’t handle the stay at our local sanitarium!
And yet seriously, as much as I couldn’t wait for my girls to talk and call me “Mommy”, I admit that there are days after hearing them call, “Mommy” for the umpteenth time that I now finally get it and just want to say today, “Mom you were right about so much, especially about changing your name and not telling us the new one!”
Yes, sadly as I write this I am still being called to mediate a sharing toy issue and I will admit I do wish I could change my name and not tell any of them what the new name is.
However, both girls recently learned my real first name, so I fear that they would just call me, “Janine!”
However, I am still their mother and will always be. Now, if I only I could convince my husband that even though I am not his mother or as he tells me, “Without him I wouldn’t be a mother!”, he needs to buy me a Mother’s Day card from the girls since I am indeed their mom.
All joking aside, I did give birth to them, not him (but I digress!).
But nevertheless, it is Mother’s Day this upcoming weekend and I wish all the mothers, especially my own, a very, Happy Mother’s Day!!
Now that I shared my letter to my mom, please share with me today yours.
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