When I gave birth to Mr. Pants, I was changed. The first thing I said to my mom was, "I get it now. I get it". Because before that moment I only thought I understood when my mom would tell me that she hurt when I hurt. Or that when I was happy, she could feel it. Or that if she could take my pain away, she would. I believed her, but I didn't know. And now I do. I am so blessed to know exactly the kind of love she had tried to describe to me. The pain of seeing my children hurt and the bliss of seeing them smile. My heart beating out of my chest when I lose sight of them outside. The bittersweet of them growing too fast. The excitement of new adventures. And the sadness of chapters ending. The raw and primal instinct to protect them (even from other three year old meanies). And the strength it takes to let them work it out (even though I am watching close by). The smell of their hair when it's clean and fresh or when it's caked with dirt. The way that some things just aren't as important anymore. Like sleep. Or eating at regular times. Or cleaning (wait, what? I'm a cleaning Goddess now, who am I kidding?). And how a sloppy baby kiss can make any bad day disappear into giggles and hugs. There is nothing that would stop me from taking away their pain if I could. And there is nothing else in this world I would rather be then their mama. Absolutely nothing. I get it now, mom. Thank you for teaching me how to do this. I love you. Happy Mother's Day.
Oh, Hello! I'm Colleen and I do the writing and mama-ing around these parts. I'm glad you're here. I hope you stick around .
Because I like you.
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