Mom

I realized this morning when Emery and Jane both woke up saying Mom/Mommy about 20 times a minute that the word Mom/Mommy HAS TO BE the most popular word in the English language, and probably in every other language for that matter.  “Mom” this, “Mom” that…   I hope I’m not the * only one that gets tired of it.  Then I discovered that “what” is probably the second most popular word because of all those moms out there that answer to the all-too popular call.  It can’t be an equal * word to “Mom” because I don’t always answer right away, probably contributing to the amount of times “Mom” is spoken.  I realize that I’m needed and am the only adult in the house who can open a Kraft Singles or even pour some apple juice, but * sometimes I get tired *of it.  “Call me something else!!!!”  I say, then quickly remember my mom saying the same thing!

I really shouldn’t complain, and I really don’t mean to.  It is nice to feel needed and used. :)  I know this is a little late for mother’s day, but I wanted to leave with the words from a little book I wrote to my Mom the Mother’s Day after I had Emery.  I’m sure most of you can relate…

Unfortunately,

The content of this little book is long over due.

Fortunately,

You’re getting it now, not later.

Unfortunately,

I haven’t given you enough credit all these years.

Fortunately,

I have since come to realize all the little and BIG things you did for me (and in many cases still do)

Unfortunately,

I haven’t thanked you enough for all the nights you stayed up to feed, change and rock me.

Fortunately,

You were there to show me how to do those things for my own daughter. *

Unfortunately,

I didn’t know how much time you spent chasing me around and cleaning up after my messes.

Fortunately,

You’re always there to listen to my woes of the same nature

Unfortunately,

I didn’t realize how valuable all your songs and poems would be.

Fortunately,

My children love them as do all who hear me share them and say, “Where did you learn that”  And I get to say, “My Mom!”

Unfortunately,

I didn’t think it made a difference whether where you lived was a house or a home.

Fortunately,

You made our house a home and gave me the tools to try to do the same for my family.

Unfortunately,

I couldn’t understand how much a mother could love their child until I had my own.

Fortunately,

I have always felt that unconditional love from you.

Unfortunately,

this little tale * cannot * convey all that I feel

Fortunately,

I know you love me anyway, especially in my silly attempt to express how much I love and appreciate all you have done and are to me. * Really. *****

 

Writing this made me realize that * I probably said mom a million times before my munchkins did…it’s just my turn to hear it and respond.  I really enjoy being a mother and couldn’t replace the love and blessings I receive from trying to be a good one.  I love my girls so much and am grateful* for their patience with me.  Thanks to all you mothers out there!  Hope you had a very Happy Mother’s Day!

* This represents how many times Emery or Jane said “mom” while I was typing this……. :)