I am a mom who gets lonely. I miss deep meaningful conversations with other moms. I long for time to talk with other ladies. I ache for a couple of hours to just laugh and connect.
I am a mom who sits next to her young son, rubbing his head, holding a cold washcloth on the back of his neck, as he lays sprawled out across the cool, hard linoleum of the bathroom floor. He moans and I pray as he tries to find relief from a migraine.
I am a mom who struggles with selfishness. I want "me" time. I want to do and be what I want to do and be. I get tired of being pestered with questions and fights and ouchies.
I am a mom who cherishes snuggles and kisses. I love to feel chubby hands on my cheeks. I treasure the conversations, questions and learning. I store up in my heart the giggles and smiles. And I hope I never forget the look of utter trust in my children's eyes.
I am a mom who fights feelings of guilt. I sent my son to bed with a sore throat and stuffy nose and didn't take the time to rub his head as he drifted off to sleep. I rushed through the day not taking time to listen carefully to the story my little one wanted to share. I spoke sharply to my children because I was irritated with their behavior.
I am a mom who loves to care for my children. I am grateful that I am able to feed them body and soul. I appreciate my full days cleaning, cooking and teaching. Their dependency on me is is fulfilling.
I am a mom who tires from the constant requirements of motherhood. The cleaning and feeding and refereeing can feel all consuming. The needs and wants loom before me like an unclimbable mountain
I am a mom who feels greatly. Happy and sad. Angry and content. Compassion and irritation. Wonderment and befuddlement. Guilt and success. But most of all I am a mom who adores!