It is crazy for me to believe that seven years ago today I wasn’t a mom. Just like the me pre-marriage, it is hard for me to remember me pre-mom. But around 8 pm, seven years ago tonight, after a long labor, they placed a little person in my arms that would completely rock my world. I became a mom.
I know some people don’t want to be boxed in by “just” being a mom. But that has never bothered me. To me being a wife and a mom is such a privilege and the “career” I always wanted. And by saying that I am not trying to open up a working mom vs. stay at home mom thing, I am just say, for me, this is the epitome. And frankly, I owe it to Lily. She bestowed the title upon me. (I recognize completely that I truly owe it to God, but I am just sayin’)
Lily has stretched me as a mom more than my other kids. It could be simply because she is oldest and we have been doing this mom/kid thing longer together. Or it could be that she seems to be a little version of me. You know how you find a person difficult and can’t put your finger on it until someone points out that you are a lot alike?
Let me be clear. I love this girl. She makes me laugh, sings with me, loves books with me, plays piano duets with me and makes me insanely proud. But she also pushes my buttons and makes me work really hard at this mom thing. Which I guess is good since it is my job, but isn’t this stay at home mom thing supposed to be eating bon bons and watching soap operas?
All kidding aside, I love being her mommy. And most days I think she loves me being her mommy. I probably have a few more years of that so I am going to cherish them. I have been blessed to be her mommy for seven beautiful years. So even though it is her “birth” day, I am the one who got the gift.
This post is linked up to Finer Things Friday at Amy’s Finer Things.