I am a Mom. It is both who I am (although it’s not the only person I am) and what I do. It’s something that defines me.
We had some portraits taken before we left Japan. (Fun fact, if you can read kanji you’ll know where we were stationed from this pic!)
In motherhood, all of my half-developed skills and modest talents combined to form a strange sort of superpower. I’m a fairly good singer, an indifferent seamstress, a sometime artist and storyteller. Put me into a group of adults and I fade into the background. Put me in a room with some children, though, and soon we will all be having a good time.
As my children show me their view of the world, I remember things that I had forgotten, and learn other things that I never knew.
More times than I can count, I’ve had to push through my own limitations, to go past what I thought I could take, and postpone or ignore my own desires so that I could meet the needs of these little men.
The more I experience as a mother, the more I appreciate my own mother.
That’s me on the right; my little sister is on the left. We are the third and fourth children, respectively, out of six. This week my mom told me that she still wakes up in the night when it’s time to feed the baby – and my youngest sister just turned nineteen. Motherhood is something that leaves a permanent mark on a person (hopefully for the better).
Being a mom has taught me a lot about things like “How to Suck it Up and Just Take Care of Things” and “Why You’re Now Responsible for Everyone’s Vomit” as well as “Things Kids Will and Won’t Eat: The Saga Continues.” I can’t remember the last time I had a full night’s sleep, and I’ve been surprised to learn that I don’t need one to be a happy, useful person. Life goes on whether you’re tired or not.
Kids are a pain. And a joy. They are also, surprisingly, individuals and people in their own right – and every one is different. Even twins.
I feel fortunate to have the blessing of motherhood, and the opportunity to be, now and forever – a Mom.