Friday, November 19, 2010
Being Called "Mom"
My ears never grow tired of hearing those words. They are like salve to a wound as soon as I hear them. I know they are not always said in adoration. Sometimes they are uttered in frustration as in ….”Moooooommmmm!” Or more recently, as in “Moth-er!” My oldest decided to use that term with me when she wasn’t happy. HA HA
But I still love them.
There is something so powerful – so magical – so gripping in the words. It’s as if I’m needed. I’m loved. I’m claimed.
“Mama.” And “mom.”
I love those names.
I accept the responsibility that comes with being a parent, and I welcome it. I embrace it.
For it has changed me forever.