So usually, I write about my sweet babies, or about being a mom. But instead, I wanted to write about MY mom.
My mom, who for the past seven weeks, has completely stepped out of her daily life to come and watch my babies. And the great thing about her watching my kids is that she doesn't just "watch" them, she parents, because she loves them, as if they were her own. And she does laundry (which is an entirely separate post which includes lots of grovelling and thank yous).
My mom has a sharp wit, a sly laugh and great thoughts. She's not big on hugging and cuddling, but she is huge on talking. She will talk about anything with my kids, and she's not scared of the big stuff. She likes to ask questions. She likes to make them think. She is happy to share her opinion. I love this. I love knowing that when the kids are with her she is asking them questions, and remembering what they say to her. She can always tell me exactly what happened while I was gone (we call it the "blow by blow")--and I love hearing it, because it makes me feel like I was there.
My mom swore that she would never do this. This, so completely, full-time gramma sort of thing. And then Molly and I totally rooked her into it. And I hate the being away. I hate that I am missing so many little moments of their days. But I love that we are all in this together. I love that I am "in the trenches" with my mom and sister. I love that Nick is so excited to see Yaya every day. I love that she has made him think that this is all one big adventure.
My mom is my hero, she always has been. I want to be just like her when I grow up. I want to be full of wisdom and grace. I want my children to want to be with me, and to be able to depend on me. I want to have a sharp wit and great thoughts.
There are no words to say how thankful I am. There are no words to say how much I love you. But I am, and I do.
I love you forever and always no matter what mom. I really, really do.
xoxoxoxo
