I am Mama.
I give in to the pleading eyes that want to read one more book. I fall victim to the smile that begs to stay up a little bit later to play a few more rounds of tackle in the living room and the little tug at my pant leg that wants to be held. I soften at the change of tone that my two littles know will always get them what they want and I forgive a temper tantrum with a single I'm sorry.
I am Mommy.
I sleep in rocking chairs with them when their little noses can't breathe through their own colds at night. I am the neck they bury their heads in when they are sad and the person who steals them out of the arms of whoever picked them up after a bad fall because I know I can make it better with a hug and a kiss. I calm nerves and rub backs and sing songs at 2:00 in the morning when they have tummy aches.
I am a mom.
It's who I am and what I do. I mom all day long...even when I'm not momming. From the moment I earned that title, it became impossible to not be changed by it. In every decision I made from that moment on, there was a new person influencing me. No matter how big or how small, I am completely incapable of making a decision without those two little humans of mine floating around in my head.
I read an article tonight that made me stop and think about the time we spend being mom, and the time we stop spending being a part of a couple. How right this girl was. What if a section of those birthing classes was devoted to a little friendly reminder of how you got there in the first place.
No, not that.I'm talking about the two people who decided to start that family...the two people who you were before you decided to become more.
