This morning, after an incredibly hard night of battling a cold and trying to soothe my 17 month old daughter all night,
who wanted to sleep only on my chest, I picked my son up from his crib like a zombi.
He was very playful and I was falling on my face, I told him I was sick and didn’t want to play,
he looked at me with the most affection, grabbed my face and demanded for me to open my mouth, so he could see
the cause of my problem. He confirmed I had a sore throat, kissed me on both cheeks and told me to relax.
He is 3!
That moment I realized how much they mimic us in everything we do, from speech to kissing “boo-boos”,
from eating habits to social behavior. It’s a true honor to be in the position of such influence and a huge
responsibility at the same time.
Every day and night we, as mothers, do so much for our children —
we sacrifice our sleep, we completely adjust our schedules around their daycare, schools, after-school activities,
there’s a constant filter we run all our decisions through to make sure it’s in the best interest of our children, and it can seem like a lot sometimes, and we do get tired and grouchy. But no matter how hard it can get at times, it’s all worth the beautiful smile in the morning, the tight hugs, the unconditional affection and such big love in their eyes for us.
I always wanted to be a mother, I knew that my children would bring sense into my life, will complete me.
And yes, I know, they are not responsible for my happiness, it’s not their duty, but they surely make me the happiest woman in the world.
They are the air in my lungs and the strength in my heart beat.
It took me some time to get back to work, what was incredibly hard for my workaholic nature, but like they say, kids
change your world. In my case, to a crazier and a way happier life.
My son just asked me: ‘Mommy, what are doing?’,
‘Working’, I said.
‘Oh, high five, mama!’, he said. And reached out his tiny little palm to me.