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.
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I rarely get the option to have a day to myself with little responsibility, but that’s exactly what I had this past Saturday. I’ve been mom to a 12 year old for what feels like 30 years. I don’t really remember life without him in it, but occasionally I get a day where I don’t have to worry about breakfast, lunch and dinner for Grae, who is the most HORRIBLE, picky eater. I’m not running him to a friends house or picking him up. I’m free.
I planned a lunch date with my son, Shawn who no longer lives with us, and asked my daughter Alysa to come along. We were meeting half way between mine and Shawn’s home. The restaurant, The Back Porch, is a charming old home renovated back in 1972. There are 3 floors counting the basement, which holds a small bar with some tables. Beware if you’re over 6 foot tall, the ceilings are really really low. Visiting this particular restaurant is off limits with my husband and a 12 year old. For some reason, they don’t have the ability to really FEEL the ambiance of a room. They don’t appreciate the presentation on the plate or the white table cloths. But I do. And so do my two oldest kids. Yes, they will always be my “kids”.
I’ve always felt like I taught my kids to feel comfortable in a slightly more upscale environment. Giving them wings to fly includes this very sentiment. They’ve each had opportunities to put their knowledge to work, so my work here is done, so to speak.
We had great conversation, and laughed and laughed, especially about some of Grae’s little comings and goings. He’s always gonna be there, mentally if not physically.
Later we shopped at some quaint little stores across the street. Then it was off to the land of Walmart and Aldis. More laughter ensued and before we knew it, the date was coming to a close, sadly.
Being a mom is sometimes a lonely job. Saying goodbye to your son that no longer lives with you makes you feel sad, but it also helps you to enjoy the time you do spend with him. I still got to drive home with Alysa, but at 23 with a career, she’s doing her own thing with her own life. Having a lunch date like we used to do, just me and her when it was her birthday, reminds me of how fast time flies.
Just to be part of these two awesome individuals lives is definitely one of my most favorite things.
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