Being a mom
My mom comes once a week to stay the night and help with the kids. Part of the reason I picked this to post today was because I wanted to tell my mom just how special she is to me and I’m thankful for our relationship. I look forward to her visit all week its nice getting help with the kids but it’s even better spending time together. When the kids are all in bed we cuddle up on the couch and watch movies and eat whatever we want. It may sound corny but my mom is my best friend there is nothing I cannot tell her.
My mom was 19 when she had me, a baby herself. I remember her rocking me and singing addle vice. I thought my mom had the most beautiful voice. Each note she sang made me feel more safe and relaxed. 18 months later my sister came along and in my mom’s lap sat Cami and I at her feet crying. I feel so much guilt when it comes to my kids. I never have enough time to give them one on one. My worry is they feel like I felt when I was on the floor crying at my mother’s feet. I have so much love for my children. However, my mom keeps reminding me I am only one person doing the best I can do.
Often I get asked “how do you do it?” the honest answer is some days not so well. When my mom is here the loneliness of my world escapes me for 24 hours Today I cried when she left. A part of me felt like a child at her feet wanting her to take care of all my problems. I will listen to what you said before you left mom “one day at a time”.