Saturday, May 8, 2010

Oh to be a Mom...

Now, I'm not a mom. Officially. But I am a great babysitter to a lot of customers at my job, so a lot of the time I feel like the mom of 20 or 30 drunk eight-year-olds. It's kind of crazy. I see these people more than I see my own family. I care about them, but then there are days that I can't stand the sight of them. Is that bad? So I can understand what it's like to be a mom. Sorta. Granted I'm not changing them, but I do clean up after them, feed them, scold them, and put them in their place a lot of the time. I'm pretty sure that this is God's way of showing me the ropes and helping me realize whether or not I'm prepared for motherhood.

His other way of preparing me? I've been blessed enough to be puppy mom. It's the closest thing I have to stay at home motherhood. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's perfectly imperfect. She takes right after her mom! Then there are the times when I want to just run away from her because she just won't listen! I'll go and soak in the bathtub just to have a moment to myself! (HaHa) Luckily with a pup I can put her in her little crate and leave to go workout or go shopping. I'm pretty sure I'd be arrested if I did that to a child. Luckily, I have my mom who is an amazing grandmother to her grandpuppy. When I have to go to work, she'll stop by to feed her and take her out, or she just comes by for some quality time with our little Luna. She loves her like a real grandchild. It's actually pretty damn cute to see. I can't wait to see her with her real life grandchild. Someday. Maybe. Still debating.

I love my pup and I love having her here to cuddle with and play with. I talk to her even though she has no idea what I'm saying. If I cry, she crawls up to me to kiss my face and cuddle up on my head. She knows when some thing is wrong. She's such a great addition. But I'm sure it doesn't compare to real motherhood.

I might never understand a mother's love, but I do know how much a daughter can love her mother. I witnessed it growing up when watching my grama with my mom, my aunt, and my uncle. I know how much I love mine.

I couldn't love the way I do without the love I experienced growing up as a child. I love my mother more and more each day. I respect her for how far she's come in life and how far she brought us. She is an amazing woman. I can only hope that if I'm blessed enough to be a mother one day, I'm just like her.

I understand a grandmother's love because I grew up with my grama helping us, watching us, and babying us when we needed it. She would do anything for us and proved it time and time again. She was a blessing that we wish was still here to share in the little moments of life. If you can measure love by how much a person is missed when they're gone, then she was loved enough to fill the oceans and the sky.

Mothers are amazing. They are a blessing. Hopefully we're smart enough to realize it when they're here and not when they're gone. I hope that if I have a child they love me as much as I love my mom and as much as she loved hers.

From the times when we make them want to scream, to the times when we make them cry, a mother's love is constant. It's something we all depend on. It's what we thrive on when we're children. What was the point of making pictures in class unless it brought a smile to mom's face and a tear to her eye when she put it up on the fridge? Moms make it all worthwhile.

So to my mom. Happy Mother's Day. You are the best friend a girl could ever have. You are a gift from Heaven and I was blessed to have you handpicked for me from God. I Love You.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

1 comment:

Trish said...

We are very fortunate women to have such strong, amazing mothers. To have the bonds that we have with our mothers is something that is truly amazing in the world we live today. I also loved reading your words about your mom and I look forward to seeing you have that relationship with your future child someday. I look forward to being mommies together in the future :-) Love you!

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