Well, today is Mother’s Day. I have thoroughly enjoyed the day. I started out by spending some time on my computer this morning. Found some cool apps, like Clef (see link at bottom of page!) and Waltz. All I can say is “Way Cool!”
Here she is at Heather’s house. Heather is my daughter. Do we all get along? See for your self….
Normal looking ladies….right…..
Okay, so now you’ve had a glimpse into the world the men in our lives have to deal with!!
As I’ve enjoyed my day, I’ve thought a lot about being a mom and all it brings. There is so much that no one told me.
The joy of seeing that sweet face of the baby when she first woke up. Those snuggles in the morning with baby in footed sleepers. The fear I experienced when during that first sleep over. No matter how well I knew the people where she was staying, the fears of sudden illness, unforeseeable highly unlikely events kept me awake or made sleep fitful and restless. Then there’s 7th grade. The year of the invasion of the body snatchers! I swear, one night I put Heather to bed and during the overnight hours, aliens came and took over her body. The next morning I woke up a snarling, snippy, grumpy thing in my precious daughter’s body. That long year of longingly looking at the shell of my child wondering where everything went wrong? And then the elation when she begin to return to the child I’d raised until that fateful night!!!
When driving school is over and the learner’s permit is exchanged for a real driver’s license….then the worry takes on a whole new meaning. If you ever get a phone call after going to bed and hear the shaky voice of your child crying telling you they’ve had a wreck, you know that feeling of utter dread! I will never forget it. My heart plunges to the bottom of my stomach and I feel as if it’s drowning in a black swampy mire that sucks the life out me. Then, when I finally see my child…..okay….scared but okay………I can finally breathe again. And my world that just seconds before was crashing down around me is suddenly all right.
It doesn’t end. As my child get older these moments happen over and over again in varying degrees and each time I are reminded of what is important in life. Now, my child is about to embark on this journey herself. She will experience these things and I will do for her what my mother has done for me. Be there to listen, offer her advice when she asks (Okay, so I’ll probably offer it when she doesn’t ask ….. but that’s a given!) and give her my strength when she needs it.