I know some of you will skip right on past this just because of the title. You'll mumble to yourself, "Another mom bragging on her perfect little angels," *insert eye roll here* I've been guilty of both bragging incessantly and also being the mom who rolled her eyes as another momma rambled on about how awesome her little babies were. I'm going to try my best not to be 'that' annoying mom today.
Let's be real, all moms think their kids are the best. Don't we? It's so much easier for others to see the flaws in our children and heaven help them if they dare to point out any imperfections. Momma Bear mode activated. I know my children aren't perfect, but they're perfect to me. They're perfectly imperfect. I know they make mistakes, just like I do. We're only human. However, I find myself frequently amazed by just how awesome these humans that once grew inside me really are. I'd like to take all the credit (haha), but I'm not going to do that because it's not mine to take. However, I would like to think I contributed more than bringing them into this world. They may or may not agree with me on that...depends on the day. Honestly, though, they are pretty incredible, I could go on and on about their numerous qualities that make them so stinking' amazing, but I said I wasn't going to be that mom. Instead, I'll briefly discuss a recent incident that caused me to pause and reflect.
I don't want to out the child or the incident, so I'll be fairly vague. Said child and I had discussed plans for the day and it was later brought to my attention they hadn't exactly done what I had asked them to do. I'm more than a little embarrassed to admit I hastily made an assumption and was pretty irritated that my instructions had been so blatantly ignored and defied. As soon as the child got home the interrogation began. They sat there and listened to their flawed mother prattle on about expectations, following the rules, disobedience, blah blah blah blah blah. I'm not sure how much of it was actually being listened to but, nonetheless, they sat quietly and patiently for me to finish my rant. When I finally came up for air I asked, "So, why did you feel the need to not follow the rules?" They very calmly explained the situation that led up to them not being able to do as I had previously requested. I'm pretty sure my mouth fell open. I felt so foolish, so embarrassed. Next, a sense of pride flooded my once disappointed heart. They had done the right thing, a very admirable thing. A decision was made that was a pretty difficult one, especially for a teenager, but it was 100% the right thing to do. Of course I let them know this and how much I respected their actions and how proud I was for the choices they made.
To my awesome babies (Yes, I know half of you are adults but you'll always be my babies): your momma is so proud of each and every one of you. I truly hope that deep down you know how loved and cherished you all are. I hope you never forget that, especially on the days I'm at my worst. You are all kind, you are loving, you are considerate, you are respectful, you are so very many wonderful things. I am honored that I was chosen to be your momma. It's a role I have always cherished and will continue to do so as long as I live. Thank you for being you.
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