A little over three years ago, I was awarded a new title. No, I was not named the “Duchess of Cambridge” or the “Duchess of Cornwall.” Even better, I was awarded the title of “Mom.”
Never the maternal type, I was scared. I mean, I didn’t earn this title (unless you count nine month of pregnancy and 15 hours of contractions and a huge dose of Pitocin that didn’t work and an epidural that fell out and had to be administered a second time), why was I entrusted with this person?
Newsflash – God knows what he’s doing. Because this little person gave me a sense of worth I never thought I’d get.
Does she drive me absolutely freakin’ insane?? Of course she does. That’s God’s lesson in humility and patience. (And, I think, quite frankly, his daily dose of pleasure.)
She also loves me unconditionally. Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes my day more than her huge smile when she sees me after a day at daycare and running at me full-blast to give me a hug and a kiss. When I tell her I love her, she responds with “Love you too.” Nothing can top that. Ever.
It makes me proud to watch her grow and learn. The pride when she does something insanely intelligent is amazing. I mean, I used to thrive on always being right and hearing someone tell me I was intelligent or good at something. I don’t care anymore. Just tell me my child is intelligent and that’s all I need to hear. It’s no longer about me.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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