…a role I cherish. Sure the hours are long, vacations are rare, and there seems to be a never-ending need to wipe away tears and poop. But all that aside, being a mom is so much fun.
In being a mom, I get to see the world again for the first time. Sharing moments with my 8.5-month-old daughter that make her giggle with glee, and doing what I can to make the boo-boos better. As a mom, I get to guide and teach my daughter as she discovers the world.
As my little girl’s mom, I can proudly tell you:
She knows that Spike and Lily are our cats and the importance of “gentle touch” when petting them.
She likes the sounds that birds make and watching the wind move through the trees in our backyard.
She likes being able to put her Cheerios in her mouth all by herself.
She gets excited when she sees other babies and children because she knows they’re little people just like her.
She likes giving ‘high fives’ but will only smile if you try to get her to wave bye-bye.
She doesn’t like broccoli but will tolerate it if mixed with pears.
She thinks sneezes are hilarious and will giggle at every *achoo* you or she makes.
She likes to sit in your lap and turn the pages of the book when you read to her.
Last week my daughter learned that if she wants to, she can crawl to the toy she wants to play with, the cupboard she wants to investigate, the person (e.g. mom and dad) she wants to cuddle.
And it’s amazing to me that this little person, so new to my life, has such a hold on my heart.
To me, being a mother is awesome.
This post is written in response to a call-out by Loukia at Loulou’s Views asking moms to share what it means to them to be a mother. The chance to win a Coach wristlet doesn’t hurt either.