There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about being a mom. I must admit that I didn’t take it as seriously as I do now. (Sorry Shawn) Early in my “motherhood”, I was trying to learn this new responsibility and everything that THAT included. I’m not going to go into the things that I could “no longer” do. That’s not what this blog post is about. I want to write about the actual act of being a mom.
Being the ripe ole age of 50, I’m lucky enough to get the opportunity to look back on my life as a mom and see where I went wrong and what I did right. Now that’s obviously my interpretation, and if you talk to my kids, they might have a different take on it, and that’s fine.
Interpretation does take on many faces. This face is mine…
I’m sorry, I think that picture is hilarious, as are some of my “mom” moments.
I think it’s difficult to actually “feel” like a mom until you’re able to enjoy the fruits of your labor. I get to see that in two of my three fruits. Ha ha. Couldn’t pass that one up either…
When your kids reach a certain age, and believe me, that age is different for each child, they start making you feel proud about the way they’ve turned out. It’s like a work project that started so many years ago, you barely remember when it first began, but you’re finally getting to see it come to fruition.
I don’t necessarily gauge my children’s adult worth on any certain life event or lack of event. I measure it on the kind of person they’ve turned out to be. How they’ve chosen to live their life and how they treat others and themselves.
I’m pretty damn proud. I get to sit back and watch the direction they’re taking their lives and see their hopes and dreams become reality. That makes me very proud. I like to say I live vicariously through my children. I didn’t have the gumption to do a lot of things that it turns out I’m pretty sorry for at this time in my life, but I’m so glad that my kids are taking chances and seeing a future filled with opportunity and hope. I get to hear about plans for the future and nothing makes me more proud of being a mom than that.
My little fruit is well on his way to being a good person, but he still has a long way to go. I don’t know how long it will take, but I’m confident that he will become just as awesome as the other two are.
My work is far from done, but I’m happy just being a mom.