It isn’t until you give birth to your first child that you realize exactly what being a mother means. The first time you see your child, your heart melts, suddenly you have a deeper understand your own mother, it is an epiphany landing smack dab in your face like a Banana Creme pie and you don’t know what hit you. In front of you this tiny child you created helps you to relate to your mom in ways you never imagined. All those reasons she always said “no you cannot go do that” and why she convinced you Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were real, why she said you don’t play with matches and why you must wear a life jacket, why she gave you a curfew and why she stuck to that curfew no matter how much you begged her to extend it, from day one you completely understand what the protect instinct actually is, and putting yourself last on that totem pole becomes normalcy.
It is rather crazy how much you realize all the things your Momma has taught you since day one. How you have always felt safe and so loved unconditionally.
My mom is as special as they come. There is not anyone who I have known in my lifetime, thus far, has every had ill will or thought anything negative about either of my parents. They are very much respected and very well liked by so many in my hometown. My mom is smart as a tack too, not just educated smart. Working in her field of Social Work, I cannot tell you exactly how any people she has helped, many of my own friends as well. She created a home that every kid was welcome in. She preferred kids came over our house so she was keeping an eye on her own kids! Clever mommy who knew just about everything about kids in town,
Yes, my mom has called me by my first, middle & last name, more than once, it rolled out well from her mouth and stopped us dead in our tracks just like it works for every other mother in this world. She’s wanted to throttle my neck, whatever that actually means, she’s said it. “do I have to get a switch?” Holy crao no you don’t need to get a switch!! I’ve never seen a switch in action, but my parents stories scarred the mortal hell out of me since I was 4!! No damn switches!!
So yes, we had ‘bad kid’ moments but overall we all were good kids. When it comes right down to it all, honesty, I should thank my Momma for raising us right. My own children should as well. They should be happy as la lark that I’ve not ever said “do I need to get a switch?” Scariest sentences in this whole wide world!!