Thursday, March 4, 2010
"Maaaama"
The way Max says my name when he is sick breaks my heart into about 8 million pieces while at the same time giving me an incredible sense of purpose. I am what he needs. A lap to lie on. A sleeve to wipe his nose on. A shoulder to cry on. In those moments with my kids I feel like I was put on this earth for no other reason than to be there for them. Last night as Max snuggled on the couch with his father and I, his little body sleepy and snotty, I couldn't help but feel lucky. Lucky to just be there.
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Sometimes I feel guilty that I actually look forward to Harlie's sick baby cuddles. But hey, I'll take 'em when I can get 'em! This is hit home...really tugged at me heartstrings.
SO funny that after I posted this I talked to you on the phone, griping about sick children. Oh, the joys of parenthood.
I totally know what you mean here and yet, at other times, I find the whining and neediness SO annoying and I just can't wait for it to end (which of course makes me feel like the worst mom in the world). This was very sweet and lovely, though. Better to focus on the good, right?
Ali: See comment above yours. ;-)
To clarify: I wrote, "in those moments"...referring to the way my kids say "mama" when they need comforting. Don't get me wrong, the general whiny-ness of sick children is, well, annoying. For real.
I so can relate. I secretly love that when my children are hurt, sad, upset all they want is ME. I love that I'm the only one that can comfort them, give them the hug that they need, the kiss on the owie! BUT....I also love that they love thier daddy and that when he is home I can escape and take a break from all of the whininess, crying, fighting, and need to be right at my feet all day long! Oh yes, I love being a mom!!!
Lenette: You make an excellent point. We ladies (and our children) are blessed to have fathers who parent right along side us.
Here, here.
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