You guys. I’m sharing my heart today…because today’s the perfect day for it.
I know this is real predictable being Mother’s Day and all but today I’m talking about being a mom.
If I had to list all the things I love in the world, being a mom would be at the tippy top of my list.
As we quickly approach P’s second birthday (next weekend!) I’m feeling really nostalgic. I’m sure most mothers feel the same; to me it still feels like she was born yesterday. I still remember it all. The scary few days in the beginning when I felt like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. Then, finally getting the hang out it. Then, feeling lost all over again with each new milestone (please don’t get the wrong idea, I still feel lost the majority of the time). I remember nights when I would hold her a little longer and try to remember that exact moment because I knew it wouldn’t last forever. I knew that in a blink of an eye she would be turning two, and now, she is.
TWO! Dude! It seems like not that long ago she was teeny tiny and we were sending her daddy off for deployment. 8 months of Deployment. The eight months that changed my life. The eight months that made our bond really unique.
Looking back I realized that I owe her everything. We spent so many months alone just the two of us. Matt was deployed for eight of the 12 first months of her life. She was just two months old when we had just moved into a new house, in a brand new city. The week after moving in, Matt left for a three week underway. Her and I took adventures and discovered our new city on our own. Without her, I probably would have stayed stuck in my house not wanting to go out and meet people. But P is always such a great ice breaker. Whenever I took her out, she was an attention magnet. I felt comfortable to go out and meet other moms and wives because we would already having something to talk about.
This Mother’s Day, and every day I’m so thankful for my girl.
It’s because of her, that I have made so many wonderful friends.
It’s because of her, I made the decision to become more faithful to God. The moment I looked at her I knew that it wasn’t an accident that she became ours. I recognized it was by God’s grace and His love for me. I knew that I wanted to teach her about His love every day.
I can relax more, because of her.
I have less fear because of her. I stop being afraid (not all of the time) because I don’t ever want to push my fears and anxieties on her.
I’m so happy to celebrate being her mama today.
Every day is worth celebrating, really. Not that every day is perfect because it’s not. Some days we end up in jammmies all day. And there are days when we both end up in tears after a botched nap time. But at the end of the day, I get to hang out with the coolest girl I know. I get to be her best buddy, her favorite one to *nuggle* (aka snuggle), and her afternoon playground partner. I get to play chase, and catch, and praise her like crazy when I hear her say a brand new word.
We get to have deep conversations about our favorite animals, read the best stories eight times in a row, and sing “rope” (aka row, row, row your boat) before bed every night.
When I think about being a mom, I think about all of these little moments. I’m cherishing them, basking in them, praying that I never forget them.
Because in reality, being a mom is the best thing I will ever do.
Thank you Peighton, for making me the best I’ll ever be. I love you!