Today is not only Mothers Day for me, but is the day I first became a Mom.
11 years ago I gave birth to a 8lb 4 oz. 21 inch long boy that in his 11 years of exsistence has given me all his love.
EVERY. OUNCE.
A boy that became 11 too quickly. A boy that still tries to sit on my lap and get me to hold him like a baby. He is such a goofball. a hardworker. my smart boy. a handsome face with dimples.
and it got me to thinking about how becoming a Mother changed my world, my opinions, feelings, thoughts. It changed me. It changed my heart.
Happy Birthday to my Sweet Seth. The lump in my throat from looking at this photo will never go away. I love you baby.
As a Mom there are
nights where I could barely keep my eyes open to feed my baby
rocking in a chair that I was desperate to keep going so the baby would go back to sleep
staring at my sleeping husband in a dark room as I rock in the chair
pee pee pants
bed wetter
water all over the bathroom floor from a baby playing in a flooded sink
self cut bangs by my first grader(s)
crinkled up homework
scary dirty hands
crayon marks on things besides paper
toliet paper rolls rolled out like a 20 foot long red carpet
unmade beds
spilled drinks
tipped over plates
permanent marker in scary places
a tube of lipstick all over my toddlers face... everywhere BUT his lips
diaper changes
underware changes
entire wardrobe changes
salty tears
dirty tear streaked faces
dirty doorknobs and walls
shoes on the carpet
playdates with the toliet I didn't know about
teething
biting
potty training
moving up to the next size in clothes
haircuts
baths
the smell of my babies after a bath
putting lotion on them after their bath
So many things I can remember and this list can go on and on.
But the one thing that sticks out to me the most is the
dirty hands that wrap around my neck
the tear streaked faces I kiss and taste a bit of salt
boo boos I kiss
band aids I place
covers I pull up
food I make
kisses I give
the photos I take
the popsicles I hand out
the sunscreen I lather on
all these things and more are so worth it for the
love I feel
being a Mom.
Nothing in my earthly life will ever compare to the absolute highest feeling of love than being the Mom to Seth, Shane, Rozzy & Scotty.
nights where I could barely keep my eyes open to feed my baby
rocking in a chair that I was desperate to keep going so the baby would go back to sleep
staring at my sleeping husband in a dark room as I rock in the chair
pee pee pants
bed wetter
water all over the bathroom floor from a baby playing in a flooded sink
self cut bangs by my first grader(s)
crinkled up homework
scary dirty hands
crayon marks on things besides paper
toliet paper rolls rolled out like a 20 foot long red carpet
unmade beds
spilled drinks
tipped over plates
permanent marker in scary places
a tube of lipstick all over my toddlers face... everywhere BUT his lips
diaper changes
underware changes
entire wardrobe changes
salty tears
dirty tear streaked faces
dirty doorknobs and walls
shoes on the carpet
playdates with the toliet I didn't know about
teething
biting
potty training
moving up to the next size in clothes
haircuts
baths
the smell of my babies after a bath
putting lotion on them after their bath
So many things I can remember and this list can go on and on.
But the one thing that sticks out to me the most is the
dirty hands that wrap around my neck
the tear streaked faces I kiss and taste a bit of salt
boo boos I kiss
band aids I place
covers I pull up
food I make
kisses I give
the photos I take
the popsicles I hand out
the sunscreen I lather on
all these things and more are so worth it for the
love I feel
being a Mom.
Nothing in my earthly life will ever compare to the absolute highest feeling of love than being the Mom to Seth, Shane, Rozzy & Scotty.
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