What it means to me to be your mom…
It means scratches and marks all over the hardwood floors and dirty hand prints on the walls.
It means Lightning McQueen stickers on the refrigerator doors and chocolate smudges on the leather furniture.
It means playing like I am 7 years old, when clearly, I am not.
It means getting up to fix you a glass of water when I just got perfectly comfy in bed.
It means learning and playing LOTS of video games that I would NEVER play in a million years.
It means packing lunch when I really don’t feel like it.
It means being the butt of all the jokes, all the time.
buuuuttt…
Being your mom means having a home filled with tons of laughter and songs and dance. (I listen to the Five Nights at Freddy’s 1 song on repeat and the Minecraft song: 1 HOUR version “Girls Know How to Fight.”)
It means finding exquisite comfort and peace as we eat popcorn and watch a movie together on the couch with your little feet in my lap.
It also means feeling like I have stumbled across the fountain of youth and jump on a trampoline everyday and have epic Nerf battles.
Being your mom means getting excited when you are teaching me a new video game because you are so excited you that you jump up and down beside my computer and can not sit down. (And you cheer me on with really sweet compliments and words of encouragement even though I suck.)
It means having deep conversations with someone I respect and gaining a new perspective on life. Just yesterday you started a round of “Would You Rather” and asked me if I would rather have my house and no Tru or have Tru and no house? I immediately answered that I would give up everything if it meant not having my boy. You said, “Wow.” I asked why you were surprised and you said something along the lines that you only meant the house, not everything. I explained to you that none of it mattered if I did not have you. None of it. Then you posed question 2 – “Would you rather you be alive and not me or me alive and not you?” I answered, “You alive, not me.” And you quietly said, “That’s what I would want too.” 🙂
It also means feeling a sense of pride never imagined before. Any little achievement you make, is huge in my eyes. As a teacher I see all kids do all things. But to watch you experience something, touches a delicate part of my soul. It is a feeling of joy deep inside that bubbles up and over like champagne.
Being your mom means creating something more precious than even the Mona Lisa. Take that, da Vinci! You are a masterpiece. A living, breathing, piece of art designed by a greater love than mine alone.
It means having it all and loving it!
But, most of all it means the greatest honor life can bestow upon me is that of your mama.
Happy Mother’s Day!
I love you too much!!
