There are few people out there who would argue against a day that celebrates every woman who is a mother. Even fewer would say that being a mom is an easy job. It is an incredibly hard job, but that's not news to anyone. So, even though this is a day meant to thank all the moms out there for their selflessness, their unconditional love, and just the sheer amount of bodily fluids that they have cleaned up over the course of their children's lives, for me, it's also a day about celebrating being a mom. Not everyone gets this life-changing opportunity. And while flowers and jewelry and pedicures and lunches at fancy restaurants are appreciated, getting to be a mom is the best gift I could ever ask for.
There are so many things that come along with being a mom that are priceless, that many other people don't get to experience, and some that only a mom gets to experience. And I'm not talking about changing diapers, making doctor's appointments, going on field trips, remembering the snack for soccer, doing the laundry, cooking meals, packing lunches, surviving on a minimal amount of sleep, or any of those sorts of tasks.
No, I'm talking about things like getting to carry another human being inside of you. Sure pregnancy is uncomfortable and, frankly, pretty gross at times, but it is the most amazing experience that only you and your child share. No one else gets to feel your child moving and hiccuping and growing like you do. No one else gets to know your child like you do during those nine months - what makes your child wake up and move around, where his or her little feet are at any moment. Of course, no one else gets the heartburn or stretch marks either, but I'd happily make that trade any day.
There's the magic that comes along with being a mother. You know, the ability to take away the pain of any cut, scrape, or bump with a small kiss, the way you instinctively know exactly what your child needs from the minute they are born, how your body just molds to your child, whether you're rocking them or carrying them on your hip. There are many, many times when your child is sad or hurt or happy, and at those moments, no one else but their mom will do.
I cherish things like getting to tuck my child into bed. Not because I'll finally have a little peace and quiet (that's just an added bonus) but because of the closeness we share in those few minutes. We sing songs, we talk about our day, we come up with silly sayings and rituals that we repeat nightly, and we read books. I honestly think that those ten minutes I spend with him are one of the main reasons he's comfortable talking to me about anything - even things as difficult as feelings.
I also relish in the few moments in the morning when my son climbs into my bed, even though we're both awake and ready to get up. Again, these are some of the best times I have with him. We talk about the things we did the day before, the things we'll do that day, or we make up silly stories. And those moments are all mine.
The pride and the joy I often feel when I see my son acting in a certain way or saying a certain thing is beyond words. Despite all the doubts and uncertainties that come along with parenting, those are the moments that really make me feel like I'm doing something right - when people tell me he's kind and he's polite, I know I had a hand in that.
There are also those tiny, fleeting moments that happen all the time: holding his sweet little hand in mine, knowing it will never be this small again, looking at his face and thinking he's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, the way my heart melts when he randomly tells me that he loves me.
I could go on and on. There are so many amazing little things about being mom that easily outweigh all the hard parts. No matter what life throws at me, no matter how hard things gets, I look at my son every day and think I'm the luckiest woman on this planet. Except maybe when I'm cleaning up puke. I don't seem to be able to make myself feel lucky about that.
For the love of God, entertain me.
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