When Being a Mom Totally Rocks

Posted on | December 12, 2011 | 3 Comments

I am proud of my son every day.

Every day he does something else that makes me wonder how I got so lucky as to have him; every day he reminds me that I am so far beyond blessed that there isn’t even a word for it.  Don’t get me wrong, he can be rotten.  Just yesterday he threw an all out temper tantrum at the store because I wouldn’t let him eat a banana before we left.  So understand that he’s not all sugar and spice and everything nice.  But this weekend, he pulled some pretty endearing moves that left me thinking that someone else might just be raising him behind my back.

On Saturday, we went to the playground to run off some steam.  He was busy running and playing, alternating between the swings and the slides and then throwing in a few hair-raising “rock wall” climbs in between.  And when I was in the midst of pushing him on the swings for the five billionth time, he looked up at me and asked to get down.  I un-latched the straps and lifted him out, prepared for him to run full speed back toward something to climb. But then he looked up at me and smiled.

“Mommy, you swing?”

I smiled, walking towards the “big kid” swings but he stopped me.

“No, Mommy. You sit here and I push you. It’s your turn now.”

And just like that, my heart exploded, because my child recognized that he’d been having fun and he thought it was my turn to have fun; because he realized that I pushed him in the swing because I loved him and maybe if he pushed me in the swing, he could say he loved me, too.  Of course, maybe he just wanted to see if I could fit my ever-expanding ass into the toddler seat, but either way, I sat there and let him push me a few times on the swings, all the while wondering how I got so lucky and if maybe someone had swapped him out for my real kid who must be somewhere running around naked and screaming obscenities.

Later, he further endeared himself to me by shouting out that we were going to see animals while on a see-saw type boat and then, with exuberance, shouted “THERE’S A ZEBRA, I SEE IT! HE’S CHANGING HIS DIAPER AND IT’S GROSS.” Yeah, never mind. He’s my kid.

And then on Sunday, in the midst of his third or maybe fourth pre-eight o’clock melt down, he stopped what he was doing and asked me if he could go home.

“You are home,” I sighed. I didn’t know what he was thinking, what he was wanting, but I was tired and confused.

“No, want to go home, Mommy.” He was insistent.

“Where do you think home is?” I asked him, my voice a little more exasperated than normal. “This is our home.”

“No, THIS is home. Right here.”

And then my sweet little boy climbed in my lap, snuggled close to me, and sat there for the better part of fifteen minutes doing nothing but loving me.

And those moments? Those special, incredible, achingly beautiful moments?

They are what make being a mother the most amazing thing ever.


3 Responses to “When Being a Mom Totally Rocks”

  1. R's Mom
    December 12th, 2011 @ 7:22 pm

    I just teared up a bit reading about him climbing into your lap. That is so, so sweet! RJ has just started to use the word “cuddle.” He’ll climb on the sofa, pat the seat next to him and say “sit here momma. cuddle.” It melts my heart!

  2. aim
    December 13th, 2011 @ 7:35 am

    i love that munchkin. can’t wait to see him soon.

  3. beachmum
    December 13th, 2011 @ 6:27 pm

    sitting. reading. crying. bad day. working mother guilt. ugh. thanks for the nice post that reminds me of the good things.

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