Spring has arrived and it came in with quite a lot of busyness! Our family grew by a couple more humans via my daughter and son-in-law. Our youngest turned nine. NINE! I can hardly wrap my head around that one folks!
As I’ve spent a few days in March cuddling newborns it takes me back to each one of my own daughter’s births. All three had a unique arrival into the world, only two from my womb, but all just as precious. I’ve also been reminded of the absence of my own mother. She would have unwrapped the swaddled babies and inspected their tiny toes counting each one first thing! She would have given advice from her own days of being a mother to an infant. I find myself doing that with my daughter too, only I’m trying really hard to just step back. Allow her to experience what she has before her, in her own way.
I’m quite a bit more emotional than my daughter the new mother. Writing is a way for me to commemorate an experience all while locking it in, (for I know the days will come I’ll forget). So, here goes.
I’m writing today because last night the simple act of dressing a newly bathed baby made my chest fill with warmth and pride burst from me. And I wasn’t even the one doing it! My daughter was. Witnessing our children doing things in life always has some sort of effect on us, doesn’t it? Whether it is a musical concert, sharing at playtime, a fit in the store, dropping a toy for the 100th time, or having them display their own parenting skills.
All these little nuggets in life bring forth different emotions and each have their place in our lives. I think, in my own opinion, being a stable force in my child’s life is essential to a relationship. Raising my children has not been always sweet moments with bragging rights attached.
There’s been times I’ve wanted to hide under a rock, scream from the street corner, and throw my own kind of fit! My hope if my daughters were asked they would say that Mom was there, even when she was mad at me or vice versa.
I hope I have raised my children with a good combination of love and discipline. If I haven’t, then I think I failed as a parent.
(Disclaimer: I am not a parenting guru nor think that I am!)
When I became a mother at 17 I knew nothing, although my mindset was different! My first child was a practice run so to speak. 🙂 Then the second one came along and she was completely opposite of the first one. By the third it’d been so many years I almost felt lost and quite unsure again (at first).
But as I sit here today I realize that the gold nuggets of this life as a mother are not always wrapped in beautiful boxes with big bows or grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s just the act of saying no, using a somewhat firm voice, cuddles, or talking it out later. Or that the third piece of candy is fine or getting a C on a paper isn’t the worst thing in the world.
That stable force is built on combinations of strength, discipline, tenderness, and care. My wish for my own three daughters is that they are able to display this in their own motherhood experiences. That the example they were given was worthy. I love you girls!