Motherhood isn’t easy. It wasn’t in my original plans. I’d rather I worked and my husband stayed at home.
Life didn’t work out the way I wanted. I’m learning to accept it.
And there are definitely things I love about being a mom.
- Breastfeeding. A little surprising, but, between my son being weaned and my daughter being born, I really longed for those breastfeeding days. I will mourn the loss when my daughter is weaned.
- Reading my favorite childhood books to my children.
- Playing. The best part of being a parent is getting to play, too.
- Waking at night. I know, a little weird. But both of my babies were born early and, as a result, were at higher risk for SIDS. Waking often at night ensured they were still breathing.
- Watching my toddler nap on the couch next to me. Some of his sleep positions are hilarious.
- That toothless smile and those bright eyes.
- The rocking before the crawling. They’re getting ready to be on the move!
- The wonders of bathtime. For 8 months my daughter screamed at bathtime, until she was 8 months and discovered splashing.
- Watching the husband play with the toddler with the baby snuggled in one arm.
- Baby’s head resting on my shoulder.
- My toddler’s personality. He likes to be dramatic just to get everyone laughing.
- Naptime. I got lucky that both kids nap at the same time. Unfortunately, both have to be close to me, but at least they nap at the same time.
- My son’s empathy. He always checks in with us when we are hurt or upset. “Are you all right?”
- The faces my babies make when they try eating something new.
- My kids playing together. Or trying to. Mostly it’s my son saying either, “No, baby, no” or “Here you go, baby.” Adorable, but we haven’t gotten that sharing thing down yet.
- Bedtime. I always put the baby to bed and my husband and I take turns with our toddler. It’s nice to have one-on-one time with the toddler and I sing the baby to sleep, so it’s nice one-on-one time with the baby, too.
- That time when my son wasn’t saying many words, but pointed to the cat and said “kitty,” pointed to dad and said ” dada,” and pointed to me and made the sound for the letter N.
- My daughter finally being able to put her pacifier back in her mouth on her own. In the middle of the night.
- The look my daughter gets when she sees all of her pacifiers in one place and must then be put with them so she can put them all in her mouth one at a time.
- A messy floor, because it means we sure did a lot of playing.
- Baking with my toddler. Not the cleanest, but he’s enthusiastic!
- Snuggles. Let’s face it; as they get older, they want less snuggle time. I take what I can get.
- The joy on my daughter’s face when she crawls to me.
- My son’s excitement when we put up the Christmas tree.
- Baby kisses. Those sweet, wet, open mouthed kisses.
- Seeing the world through their eyes and finding a sense of wonder again.
- Finding a more patient and creative me.
- Tantrums, because it means I’m not constantly giving in to my kids.
- Specific to having a daughter, but…little girl dresses.
- As much as I also hate them, the bad days. They teach me a little more about my kids and myself.
- Watching them grow, learn, and explore. Seeing their personalities emerge. Being able to delight in everything they are.
My grandmother said that moms lose their minds a little with every child. I’m hoping this list will help me remember the things I love most. Now I know why my mom can’t always give me specific answers about my childhood…
What’s on your list?