God could not be everywhere, so He created mothers

All my life I wanted to be a mother – even before I really knew what being a mother was all about. One of my favorite stories from my childhood, told by my own momma, is that of the day I toddled out of my bedroom – the hem of the shirt tucked under my chin – me and all my glory – breastfeeding my baby doll. I have no recollection of that afternoon but I am certain that it shows how being a momma is not something we decide to do one day – it is something that we are born with.

Being the mother of two is more than I could have ever imagined… all the way from feeling like a saint to someone overwhelmed by insanity – did I take a shower or brush my teeth today? Is it okay to wear the same bra 2 days in a row? Is it normal to have so much grey hair – and NO time to make an appointment to have it colored? Why do I cry on the way to work? Sometimes on the way home? (just kidding about the later).

While I cannot wait to add to our family – I am still smacked upside the head with those moments of; “What was I thinking?” – it’s kinds like that cliché about roses and thorns, in other words the bad times never take away the magnificence… NEVER!

Since the age of 22 I have been drooled on, spit-up on, puked on, peed on, pooped on – and loved on. I have wiped noses, handprints, butts, mouths – and tears out of blue eyes. I have been pushed, pulled, tugged, pinched, climbed, head-butted – and hugged. I have answered who? what? when? why? how? how many? – and answered “cause I’m the momma” whether it fit the question or not. I have eyes in the back of my head, ears that can hear a baby breathe across the house, a nose that can smell an open bottle of fingernail polish in a 3 year olds room – and a touch that craves their hands in mine. I can cook, talk on the phone, help with homework, mop the floor with a towel, threaten to kill a barking Chihuahua …all at the same time. I have been a short-order cook, a taxi, a maid, a nurse (off the clock), a masseuse, a teacher – their mother.

God could not be everywhere, so He created mothers. ~ Jewish Proverb

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