I (Still) Need My Mom

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Growing up, my mother was the kind of person who seemingly did it all. I remember her being at all of my recitals. She watched every one of my cringe worthy plays and cheered me on from the sidelines at t-ball games. She was constantly giving me sound advice (which I many times selfishly ignored and rolled my eyes at). My mom was the kind of lady who was basically supermom, and she did it all while looking fabulously stylish and put together.

Despite growing up with such an amazing mother, it’s pretty safe to say that I didn’t appreciate my her until I became a mother myself. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mother. I adored my mother, however, I did not fully appreciate her. I naively didn’t comprehend the sacrifices that motherhood involved.

Mom1Until I became a mother, I did not appreciate the complete selflessness that my mother showed throughout her life. She made sacrifices for me. She put my needs before her own, and she was a wonderful role model and woman. Her sacrifices and selflessness many times went unnoticed by the little-girl-me and they definitely went unnoticed by the sassy and selfish teenage-me.

But now that I am standing in the trenches of motherhood myself, I can honestly say that I fully appreciate her. You see, now I get it. I get that motherhood is hard. I have experienced firsthand the hard sacrifices and the long nights. In fact, now that I am an almost thirty-year-old mother of three, I have realized that I still need my mother now more than ever.

There are have been so many moments since becoming a mom when I have found myself needing to call on the support of my own mother.  I needed my mom as I struggled to maneuver through those first few days of welcoming a new life into the world.  I needed her as she walked me through the awkward and painful early moments of nursing. I needed her for moral support during many sleepless nights and embarrassing toddler tantrums. I have continued to need her as my guide through the ups and downs of motherhood.

mom3The advice that I failed to fully appreciate in my youth, I now seek out and crave. Since I am basically raising three miniature versions of myself, her wisdom is unparalleled. She has been there and done that, and she has the stained up, pooped on t-shirt to prove it.  She knows what to do when my kids hurt themselves and I am panicking.  She knows exactly what to say when my kids are fighting or when they are climbing the walls and it seems like they are trying to tear my house apart brick by brick.

Now that I am a mother myself, I find that I am calling on my mom for moral support and friendship more than ever.  Despite the fact that we now live miles apart, I appreciate that she makes time for me in her busy life, and she is always just a phone call away. She is the first person I want to talk to when I am having a rough day, and she is the first person I want to share good news with.

Motherhood has opened my eyes and my heart to the amazing and selfless woman my own mother has been.  What used to go unappreciated, now is priceless to me.  And this I can say with all certainty: I still need my mom more than ever.

 

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