Picture taken June 2006So I'm sitting here dipping a metric ton of strawberries in chocolate, all because that is the treat my Bella-Bear wants for her birthday treat for her class tomorrow (third year in a row- the kid has good taste!), when it struck me just how much I love these darling girls. Because I do. Love them to bits and pieces. I can only think of a few things I wouldn't do for them (evidently NOT including dipping strawberries, making a special dinner and birthday cake tomorrow, wrapping presents, etc- all while I'm too tired to even think about it).
Now I'm sitting here, all misty-eyed, thinking about how they are growing up every minute of every day, and they're only going to like me for a little while longer, before they start hating me for a few years, and then maybe if I'm lucky and I haven't done too bad of a job they'll love me again.
That's what being The Mom does to you. You weep over chocolate-covered strawberries because you know it's going to end much too soon. There's nothing to do except keep on dipping, because you hope whenever they eat a chocolate-covered strawberry from now till the end of time they will think of you and know how much you love them.
Because you do.
I do.
4 comments:
Hey! Enjoyed the blog. Reminded me of something Tori said the other day.
I even got misty eyed reading your blog. When Corey was little, he and I always did the "Star light, star bright" thingy and he tells me that even at the grand age of 25 he never sees a star when he doesn't think of it (and me). And, he has told me from time to time that he will do some of the same rituals with Derek. Yes, they don't stay young forever, but it makes you proud as a mother to know that you must have done something right. I'd like to feel that I did.
So keep up the good work kiddo. Maybe we'll be the lucky ones, huh?
Something for me to look forward to... this looking back and reflecting. I love the "growing into a Mom" time of my life and enjoy hearing about your experiences.
Sometimes when I read your blogs I don't know whether I was a good mom or not so good. All I know is you have already surpassed anything I was.
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