Today I was reminded - again - of how grateful I am for my mother!
I wish I could build a time machine and travel back in time to, oh, say, 1995? And tell my Teenage Self to stop being such a B-I-T-C-H to the one who loved me most...my mom! But before you feel too bad for her (my mom. not my Teenage Self), I now have a daughter and you know what they say about payback...
I guess it has taken becoming a parent to realize how much my mom really did for me, and continues to do for me.
When Claire was born, she filled our freezer with soups and bread and muffins so we wouldn't starve in the general Life Fog that accompanies a newborn. She entertained Jack and helped us pack, and then unpack in our new house (when Claire was six days old). She came to stay with us for a week when we moved...which turned into two weeks...and I cried when she left. Only a mother knows when to suggest you take a hot bath by yourself while she holds the baby, and only a mother knows what kind of chocolate to bring home for you when she does your grocery shopping.
She entertained Jack when I was at my most hormonal (desperate?) those first few weeks after Claire was born. She cleaned, she cooked, she held the baby so I could get dressed, she unpacked...she did all the things moms just do, without being asked.
Today I had to have a surgery (minor but still took a part of the day) and my mom came up last night and spent the night and watched the kiddos for me today. In fact, as I write this, she is watching Polar Express with Jack.
I wonder what I would do without my mom...I don't even like to think about it! I am grateful for my mom, grateful that she is a wonderful person who has always had my best interests at heart (and that of my siblings) and grateful that Jack and Claire get to know and love their "Memaw" as well.
No comments:
Post a Comment