I was such a momma’s girl when I was little.
I rarely spent the night at any friends’ homes because I didn’t want to be away from my mother. I lasted one day in Brownies because they said my mother couldn’t stay at every meeting. I never really had a babysitter besides my dog and the neighbor kids playing in the street. My poor mom rarely ever got a break from me until I was about 12, and then she could barely keep me home.
I remember one Mother’s Day when I was about 4 or 5. After church, mom took me to the park (I’m not sure where the rest of the family was while we did this). She pushed me on the swing and when she wanted to go home, I remember her saying this was supposed to be her day. I came back saying something to the effect of “you wouldn’t be a mom if you didn’t have kids.” Yes, I was a little brat, but I have totally heard the same words from my kids on Mother’s Day, and I laughed. As I grew older, I tried to make it up to my mom because everything she ever did was for us — even on Mother’s Day.
I truly wouldn’t be the mother I am today without having the mom I had. She is so selfless in everything she does. She always was there with me for every little thing, from staying with me at Brownies to holding my hand while I gave birth to my son.
Now that I’m a mom, I know how her heart must have broken in my disappointments and soared in my accomplishments. She stayed strong through it all, praying for me, and now my kids, all the way.
Now that I’m a mom I know that it is the best, most life-changing blessing I ever could have had.
My son changed my life in so many positive ways. He really made me grow up and think of someone besides myself and made me want to be a better person. Watching him grow into a man makes my heart swell. He is like the rock in our family. To know that part of me is him and seeing how he loves his family back makes me so proud. He’s not perfect — no person is — but I thank God he’s mine.
My daughter changed all our lives. She made Clayton a big brother — which he takes pretty seriously — and she melted all of our hearts from the moment she took her first breath. She is fearless and pushes us all. I don’t think there is anything she can’t do if she puts her mind to it. She’s not perfect — no person is — but I thank God she’s mine.
I hope that you all take the time this week to remember your mothers, whether or not they are here. I encourage you to recall some good times and smile. I would like to inspire mothers to take a moment this week to appreciate each of your children in their uniqueness; after all, they are a part of you. Have a happy Mother’s Day.