So why is it that I just
have to
be a Mom everywhere I go? And why is it that I have to somehow
announce that I am a Mom everywhere I go?
It's annoying. I know. But most days, I just can't help it.
Being pregnant was great. I got to wear my Mommyness everywhere, right in the front. Pushing strollers, baby-wearing, carrying a diaper bag on a Girls Night Out (I so only did that once, maybe twice)... these are all my badges of honor.
Sometimes, I even carry my Parents magazine with the label facing right on out to the world as I walk my dog to the mailbox, lest any new neighbors catch me without my own kids.
Again, annoying. I know.
I crave a moment away from the chaos of children bouncing all around, and yet, when I get it, I find myself observing other people's children from my quiet corner of the coffee shop/beach/car, and I can't help but miss my own tiny faces smiling back.
How easy it is to forget the meltdowns, the tantrums, the drama and refusal to eat your vegetables while away, or while the bundles sleep.
Being a Mom is what I was made for. This much I know. I have days I question if I have done more harm than good, days I fantasize traveling with nothing but a back pack and a wandering spirit, and days where my children downright wear me right out. But, in the end, just before I fall asleep, I reflect on the humans I have the honor of raising, and always, ALWAYS, I smile.
Please, God, let there be more of this. More smiling, more appreciating, and more...well, more babies even. Because this annoying habit of mine suits me just fine, and it's all happening just.too.darn.quickly.
