Growing up, I can remember always thinking I was so lucky, because I had a beautiful Mother. Not just physically, she was, and is still quiet attractive, but deep down too. My Mom is one of the most selfless, loving, caring, and intelligent women I know. She was a hell of a Mom, then, and now she is an even better Grandma. The love she has for my two boys, knows no bounds. Just watching her with them, makes my heart swell with pride. How lucky are we, to have someone who is such an inspiration?
I can't talk for the rest of you, but I know one thing. I never truly appreciated my Mother, until I had kids. Knowing that she did the same things for me, that I do for my children on a daily basis. No one knows that kind of love and sacrifice until they experience it. Getting up at 4 am to change a dirty diaper, kissing painful boo boos, sitting criss cross, applesauce in the floor, to read Henry and Mudge. It is hard to fathom that someone could love anyone as much as you love your kids, but then you realize, that your Mother did. She loved you. That is something that hits you like a ton of bricks one day, and makes you think, wow, maybe I should be nicer to Mom, she used to wipe my butt.
Only now do I realize that, all those late nights she made me come home at curfew, she was worried sick. All those times she told me, he isn't worth it, or trust me, you'll look back and thank me. She was right. All that unsolicited advice she offered me, about my future, schooling, marriage, children. She knew best. I wish I had only listened to half of it. She knew I wouldn't though, and she offered, and loved me anyways. Only a Mom could do that.
Not only do I love and appreciate my Mom more, after seeing her care and love my children. But I am also slowly, (and hilariously) turning into her. I have the same haircut now that she donned at 24. (Pure coincidence but nevertheless, pretty funny.) I catch myself saying stuff she used to say to me, when I was little. (Telling Greyson if he doesn't behave, the boogey foogs are going to get him. Horrible, I know. But he loves it.) Singing the same lullabies to the babies she used to sing to me. I realize, if I am going to turn into anyone, it would most definitely have to be her. I could be proud, being like my Mom.
So, the next time you are overwhelmed, and your Mom, comes and swoops in the babysit, or help with laundry, (like mine) even just to offer up an ear at the other end of a phone call, thank her. Tell her how much you appreciate her, and love her, and how glad you are, that she is the Grandmother of your children. It is something I don't do enough, but I have taken the time to do now.
Mom, I love you. You make me proud every day, and always have. Thanks for being such an awesome Mother, but thanks even more for being such an amazing GRANDMA.
We love you. -Court & The Boys. ( And even Kyle.)
Labels: mom life, Motherhood
