Mama Kat's writing assignment for this week is all about Moms..so, I've chosen to write about "When I realized my Mom was more than just a Mom."
So, here it goes...this one's for you Mom!
My Mom is my best friend. My Mom is my confidant. My Mom is my cheerleader. My Mom is my inspiration. My Mom is my ROCK! My mom is the one person in the whole wide world that I know without a moment's hesitation would do absolutely anything for me...anything and not even hesitate to think about it!
I talk on the phone to my Mom everyday...mostly at the same time each day. There is nothing we don't talk about. I can be mean and she still loves me. I can be sad and she cheers me up. I can be tired and she wants to help me. I WISH WITH EVERYTHING I HAD THAT I COULD BE HALF OF WHO SHE IS!
I'm saying all of this because through all the years, I have tons of memories. Good, Great and not so great...(the not so great ones are mainly because of me -- the teenage and college years were a little rocky)! The one memory that absolutely without a doubt made me realize that she was more than just a Mom was on the day she left me with a two year old little boy and a 4 day old newborn...it doesn't sound like much, but boy...I still get tears in my eyes just thinking about it!
When Peyton was born, I was ready for Mommyhood! I was ready. for. it. My Mom wanted to helpme, but I didn't want my Mom's help, as I felt I needed to prove to her that I could be a Mom...I could manage and handle whatever was thrown at me. I was a grown-up. Stupid me. Stupid, stupid me!
When Palmer was born, I remember wanting to say to the hospital and doctor, "what are you doing letting me leave this hospital with a baby when I already have another baby at home. I have no idea what I am doing!" I kept thinking...How am I going to do it with two babies...two sets of diapers. Two that needed all of me at all times!
Mom stayed at the house with us for the first few days after Palmer's birth...she was such a huge help and this time, I let her help. In fact, I didn't want her to leave. As far as I was concerned, she might as well just sell her house and move in with us! Well, the day came, when she packed her bags and told me she was going home (see, I still get tears thinking about it..tears rolling down my cheeks)! Mind you, she only lived 20 minutes away, but the way I felt when she said she was leaving was like my world was coming to an end and taking my Mom with it! I was heart-broken. The most scared I have EVER been! I remember looking at her with crocodile tears (while trying to pretend that I was strong) and saying "You're leaving me!" She looked at me and as reassuringly as she could, she said "You are going to be fine."
I am the person I am because of my Mom...good, bad and beauty (notice I switched the ugly part)!!!!
TRULY BLESSED to have an angel as my Mom!
Chasity
PS...I can only hope and pray that my boys will always love me!
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