Being a mom is so cool. Having young kids is the greatest, except for the whole not sleeping and being pulled to every extreme in every capacity from tantrums to mom guilt. But it’s really amazing.
This morning I snuggled up on six year old Nolan before waking him up from his slumber to get ready for school. I ran my fingers through his hair, still spiked with hair product from the previous day. I kissed his cheek gently but he didn’t stir. I squeezed him tightly around her chest in the darkness of his room while we laid together in his twin bed and I could feel my heart burst with love for him.
After a few minutes clicked by I gently shook him to wake him and he rolled over without opening an eye. I scooped up his body and held him like a mamma holds a baby, with his long legs spilling over my arms and his head resting on my shoulder. Thoughts about how much he’s grown and how much he’s developed in the last eight weeks of kindergarten swelled pride through my veins. He’s learned so much! I can see how much his brain has absorbed and the thirst for learning as his natural curiosity comes out in our day. And it makes me happy and thankful. Happy that THIS is my life. Thankful that I get to play a part in this kid’s life and that we’ve been granted such amazing talented teachers and mentors. Man, did we luck out in that department.
We have this silly game we play where we gently tap each other and say that it’s “little crabs” (I have no idea how this started, it’s one of those things). But anyway, the kids love it. The oldest two kids just bubble over with giggles, like fall to the ground laughing because obviously, there is nothing more hilarious. I rocked my big kid a few more times to the point that he was almost barely awake but not quite fully-eyed opening but working on it then I whispered “little crabs” in his ear and proceeded to tickle him silly and he jumped out of bed in hysterics giggling. I wish I could start my day with that much excitment every single day.
Then I asked him if he wanted pancakes or cereal for breakfast, and Lucky Charms was the favorite choice this morning. I looked at him while he shoveled spoonfuls of marshmallows and milk and thought about how one day he’s going to stop laughing at the little crabs and one day he’ll be too big to lay in my lap and one day he’ll probably yell for me to get out of his room because… teenagers happen.
Today I got to drop him off at school. Just him and me in the car and that almost never happens. With one kid in elementary school, one in preschool, and one in nursery school I sometimes feel like I live in segmented pieces of motherhood. It’s weird to have one foot (and an arm, I guess) in different places of life. Each kid is so uniquely different with different needs and talents and parts of them that are so equally easy to love. It’s rare that I get time to really think about mothering them individually.
Each phase is awesome. Each kid is awesome. Each kid at each phase is awesome.
Motherhood is awesome.