Mama, can you come here?
Mama, where are you?
Mama, can you read to me?
Mama, I’m hungry!
Mama, can you tie my shoes?
Mama, can you play with me?
Mama, I’m thirsty!
Mama, can you help me?
Mama, can you sit with me?
Some days there seems no end to all their little demands.
Some nights I kiss their sleeping faces and feel like the entire day was a blur of meals, diapers, cleaning up and toddler play.
Some nights I (literally) fall into my bed, my mind so drained that it’s not worth much, but too worried about Hubby at work to actually sleep. (Thank you, Pinterest, for being there for me. :P)
Sometimes I look at my son – whose happy chatter never stops these days – and I can’t help but note the irony of the now, contrasted with when I was worried he would never speak at all.
Sometimes I look at my daughter, so feisty, so bubbly and full of life – and I second-guess myself, hoping that I will never be the one to quench her happy fire.
Sometimes I hear a news headline and my heart hurts, thinking of all those mothers, and all those empty arms.
But then – sometimes I walk by the kids’ room and hear Mikey “reading” to Ellie and teaching her all the letter sounds. Sometimes I watch Ellie singing to her bears and snuggling them, and I realize she’s mimicking the way I soothe her. Sometimes my son holds my face in his hands and says “Mama, you REALLY love me!” Sometimes at the end of a meal, Mikey puts his dishes away and says, “Thank you for making dinner, Mama.” Sometimes, I try to sneak Ellie into her bed without reading a book first, but when she demands “Book! Mama, book!” it’s a reminder of how much it really matters.
Sometimes I hear one of them calling: “Mama, I need you!!” and I remember what it’s all about.
All the books, the play, the meals, the talking, the sleepless nights and early days – this is life, this is love, this is motherhood.
I’m coming, baby. Mama’s here.
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