Enjoying every minute of it
When my son James climbed up in my lap the other night to give me a good night kiss, I felt the familiar feeling of peanut butter and jelly on my cheek.
A little sample of supper remained on his top lip and it somehow managed to outrun my dish rag.
Walking into my bathroom to wipe it off, I couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment.
Those PB&J kisses are probably the best ones around.
I have had many readers tell me how much they love my columns because of my subject material. I have even had a few to tell me to write about something else.
Other than childhood memories of my own, I write about my family.
My children take up most of my time. Sitting at my computer to write my columns, I am surrounded by photographs of my children and husband with a few pieces of kindergarten artwork as well.
My family is my life.
Nothing makes me happier than a mother who has far more experience and wisdom than me tell me she can relate to things I write in my columns.
Some have told me it reminds them of raising their own children. A few have even given me tips.
But all of them have always told me to enjoy these moments while they last. I have even seen tears in some of their eyes as they remind me that it goes by very quickly.
There are moments when the world seems to drag you on. Your patience runs thin. Work consumes your time. And life simply takes a toll.
I would be lying if I didn’t admit that there are some nights at home when I just ask myself how will I get through another day of deadlines, stress and bad news.
But I have found that the best remedy is seeing my two children run toward me with smiles of their faces and skips in their steps.
They don’t know about those bad moments. They probably wouldn’t care to hear about my bad day, or at least they wouldn’t understand it. They don’t have “bad” days yet.
All they know is that their Mommy is home, and they are happy.
That moment is what makes the bad days go away.
Now mind you, I am still the mother who can give spankings, issue a few time outs and send a kid to his room. But I am also the mother who applies bandages, gives hugs freely and will kiss a kid into submission.
All the good and the bad that come with being a mother is well worth it.
I know there will come a day when my children will be too cool to hug me goodbye at school. Saying I love you may prove hard. And those PB&J kisses will surely disappear.
But they will still be my kids, and they will always be mine.
These moments don’t last forever, and there will come a day when they will be gone. But I don’t plan to miss one second of them.
So, yes, I do write about my family more than the average person might.
But I savor these memories, and I want to capture everyone of them.
It’s not everyday you can write about pet snakes, midnight hugs, baseball games and dance recitals.
It’s not everyday that you become a mom.