Laughter, tears, insanity.
It all comes with being a mom.
I absolutely love it.
Everything from hearing "Mama" 500 times a day to being thrown up on by one of my boys. I love the giggles coming from the bedroom while they are playing and the stare downs I get when they don't get their way. I love the banshee cry of an angry sibling and the sweet I love you later that seems to come from no where.
Yes, I love being a mom.
Sometimes it gets me.
Carter started daycare yesterday.
Ordinarily, this would be no big deal. Colin started when he was 6 months old and Carson when he was 15 months old. Happyland has been part of my life for the last 8 1/2 years with about 4 more to go!
But yesterday, I lost it.
As I handed off my Carter to his teacher (one of my former 4th grade students), the tears started rolling. I cried all the way home trying to compose myself before the big boys and their daddy saw me. When Jeff asked me if I cried, I nodded and started all over again.
His solution to the problem, "Do we need to have another one?"
I love being a mom. Sometimes it makes me laugh and sometimes it makes me cry.
I completely agree. I too, love being a mom. No matter what they do. They are worth every minute.
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