I forget to switch the laundry..and then I have to re-wash the load. I forget the cookies in the oven and we have crispy cookies. I forget to pay a bill, to make a phone call, to pick up butter at the store, but there are 3 little things I make sure to remember.
Here they are, 1,2, and 3--well 4 if you count Guapo. I couldn't forget them if I tried. They wouldn't let me! Plus they're so darn cute I don't think anyone could forget them.
There is just one problem, I broke my camera the other day. These are a few of the last shots I got before dropping the camera on the floor--last time I try to take a picture one handed with a baby on my hip!
As I was saying, I can't forget them, and they won't let me. For example, when we go upstairs, this is what Easton says every time, "Mom, wait for me!!" (add whiny voice and sad face and you've got the full effect.) Or Melanie when she's tired, "Mom, I want you." as she climbs on my lap to cozy with me. Or Skyelynn, when she's in someone else's arms, following me with her gaze, making sure I'm still around to take her back into my arms. It's all the little things they do that say "forget me not!" And I love it. I love that they need me, want me, love me, because I need, love, and want them too! :)
So, kids of mine, this is my message to you also, FORGET ME NOT! Because someday you will not want me as much in your lives...just forget me not.
oh, and Guaps, same message to you, although I don't think I need to tell you!
I want to be in all senses of the words, All. Things. Mama.
As far back as I can remember I've wanted to be a mom, not just any mom, but the mom that stays home with her kids full time. The mom who loves even when she is not loved back, who can't breathe without thinking of her kids first. The mom who loves teaching, playing, cooking, baking, laughing, and kissing owies. The mom who is ALL THINGS MAMA. My husband and I scrimp so that dream can be fulfilled. Being a mom is not part time for me. It is something that has captured my heart. All of the going ons of my life start with thoughts of my kids. My kids consume my love and my life and I allow it because, with God's help they are the essence of what makes me a mother. This is me...
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