Why do I love being a mom? Oh, I would love to tell you all about it. Today the thought of being a mother overwhelmed me. I thought about all the ways I have grown and changed as a person throughout the years. I also thought about how nothing worked out as planned. Prepare for mushy words.
The reasons are basic in some ways but are also so amazing I can hardly find words to explain it. Being a mother changed me into someone for better and for worse in many ways. I can’t say I’m one of those moms who has it all together. Truth be told my daughter may be wearing dirty socks.
I am one of those mothers who has no idea what she is doing sometimes, is hateful at times, and still can’t cook. It is a sad truth. I can say one thing for certain, nothing turned out as planned for me in the motherhood department. I was blessed with three wonderful children. Two daughters and one son. I have a daughter who is in Heaven and one day I’ll write about that. My story is one that has been harshly judged and has suffered miscommunication. Through all of the troubles, I love being a mom because nothing in this world brightens my day more than hearing the voice of my child.
My daughter is truly the light of my life. I have never met a child with more wisdom and compassion for others than my oldest daughter. She has humor unlike anything I’ve ever heard. When I have those moments of guilt that I wonder if all mothers experience, I look at her and I think, I must have done something right.
My son, I don’t even know where to start. I can’t describe how proud I am of him. He has such a strong, bold, yet loving personality. And his big brown eyes could melt anyone.
I love being a mother because I get the privilege of just knowing these two children. I can see me in them and sometimes that excites and terrifies me all at once. I’m blessed just being allowed to hear these two call me, Mom.