Being a MOM... We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of 'starting a family.' 'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking. 'Do you think I should have a baby?' 'It will change your life,' I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. 'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.' But that is not what I mean t at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother w ill leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moments hesitate ion. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends, or daughters, who may someday be Moms.May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.
I love mother's day better than my birthday. It's so much more special and it's such a day of thanks! I feel so blessed to be a mother and I thank God everyday for Colby! It's also a day of prayer for the ones who have lost their mother or have been waiting for that special gift for some time. We don't always understand God but we do know that he has a plan for the pain, we just have to trust!
My Second Mother's Day
Friday we went to Saucier to visit JoJo & Coach. It's like vacation; delicious meals (that I don't have to cook), no cleaning, and showers that last longer than 5 mins (without Colby banging on the door yelling MAMA MAMA). It's also very peaceful and relaxing. Chris helped his dad in the garden.
I guess Colby will be out there next year with his shovel too.
We went to the outlets and racked up on the deals for Colby's winter wardrobe. Children's Place had almost all winter clothes for $.99 and sweater vest and pants for $5.00. I was so excited! Thanks JoJo for all the clothes!!!
While we were shopping Colby pointed to his booty and said poo poo. I assumed he had already done his business so I was surprised when I checked it out and didn't find any poo poo. A few minutes later he pooped and I was so mad at myself for not taking him to the potty. I was also thrilled because that's a huge step forward. It was the first time he actually told me he had to poopoo. Last night he told me again so he sat on the potty and started to grunt but he just couldn't do it. Still another huge step forward, he wanted to sit on the potty and try, YAY! He succeeded as soon as I put his diaper back on but he immediately told me to change him. So, with all that said, I think we are back on track in the potty department! JoJo read an article in the SunHerald by John Rosemond and saved it for me. It was titled
Get The Potty Started Young
http://www.sunherald.com/business/story/1334892.html
As you know I'm a big fan of John Rosemond, so I felt confirmed that he had the same beliefs about potty training.
After all the shopping we went to eat at Blowfly Inn. I saw it on the food network and I wanted to try it out. It's a cute place that sits right on the water with a serene view. They put fake flies on top of your food and Colby didn't like it. He picks up real bugs all the time and tries to eat them but won't touch a fake fly, go figure.
He kept saying bug but didn't won't to touch it.
Phil Stacey (from American Idol) and his band sat at the table beside us. He was a really nice guy, even stood up in his chair to sing a song to mothers but changed his mind. I didn't won't to be a crazy person that interrupts his meal to take a picture, so I didn't. He said his album just came out, I think it's country.
We stayed until Sunday and made it back to Florence by noon to eat with Gammy & Paw. We enjoyed some fun in the sun!
best kisses ever!
Paw thought the water was too cool so he boiled some water to warm it up. Paw spoils Colby just a little bit!!
Happy Mother's Day to everyone, especially mine because she is the best one in the world!!
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