I realize that I have been a mother for four years now (I’m counting being pregnant with Taylor because from that moment your life is forever affected by this child – all the decisions you make, the food you eat, how you spend your time, things you buy, etc).  But for some reason it hasn’t really felt real.  I had this vision in my head of a mother, and it just didn’t fit real life (which I think was a good thing).

It’s been feeling realer and realer lately as I’ve been driving Taylor to soccer practice (in my minivan),  feeding Caleb while watching Taylor at soccer practice, cheering her on at soccer games,  chaperoning preschool field trips, taking Taylor to gymnastics, breaking up sibling squabbles, coordinating schedules, taking TWO kids by myself into Target or Publix (and making it out with BOTH of them AND what I intended to purchase), etc.

But I had a moment last week when I really felt like a mother.  During the week, I had to leave the house four nights after the kids were in bed to go back to work or to run errands that there wasn’t time for during the hectic day.  On Wednesday, I put Caleb down, then went on a hunt for a bag of little chocolate gold coins that I had signed up to bring to Taylor’s St. Patrick’s Day party the following day.  I had already unsuccessfully looked for them at the grocery store earlier in the day.  My first stop was Walmart, since they say they have everything.  They lie.  I looked all over the place.  In the candy aisle, in the St. Patrick’s Day aisle (nope, only beer and kissing related green paraphernalia there), in the party aisle, in the Easter aisle (I was desperate).  Nothing.  Nada.  So frantically (because WHAT WAS THE LEPRECHAUN GOING TO LEAVE THE CHILDREN IF I FAILED?!!!) I left Walmart and decided to try my luck (ha!  pun intended) at Walgreens.  And they had them!  But they only had them in little bags of 5, so I had to buy a bunch of little bags.  Then I got back in my minivan and headed home.  Once home, I had to do a load of laundry because Taylor had already worn her shamrock shirt earlier in the week because she was convinced that Tuesday was St. Patrick’s Day (I think I threw her off because I wore a green shirt that day).

Finally, at the end of the day, I fell onto the couch with a sense of accomplishment, gold coins were secured, shamrock shirt was clean and laid out, ready for the next day.  And it hit me.  I’m a mom.  Like a for real, mom.  This is what life will be like for the foreseeable future.  And I was all warm and fuzzy inside.  Perhaps I’m a little crazy.

Then, Taylor got up in the morning and said, “I don’t want to wear THIS shirt mommy, I want to wear the green one with flowers on it”.   And I just smiled, sighed, and said, “Ok sweetpea, just put the other one back in your drawer.”  Yep, I’m a mom.  And I think a little craziness is a good thing.

5 Responses

  1. I’ve said it before, but I truly don’t know how you do it all – work, wife, mom-of-preschooler stuff, mom-of-newborn stuff, etc. All I do is the mom stuff and I am close to dead by 8:00 every night. You so rock!

  2. I agree with Margie. Those are two really blessed kids you have!

  3. Thanks ladies, and

    1) there is no such phrase as “all I do is the mom stuff” – that’s a full day of stuff, especially with THREE

    2) and Rebekah, you take the cake with two under two, work, and school! unbelievable

  4. I love this! And YOU!

  5. I bet it felt real the night Tay threw up twice in the middle of the night;-)

Leave a Reply to Dorothy Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: