First Grandma, Now Mommy

When I was younger, all I wanted was to be a grandmother. Mine where both pretty amazing and I loved hearing my mother read the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle Books and I just knew being a grandma was pretty much going to be the most amazing thing. Having tea parties with grandchildren and neighbor hood kids, making chocolate chip cookies EVERY day, and sitting for hours on a porch swing watching the grandkids play by my flower garden.  Ahh, the life. I could never even picture myself being a mom. 

I do have the most amazing mother myself. She is THE example of self-less service and Christ-like love. I love her. Growing up, my mother worked and my dad (born with Cerebral Palsy) was the Mr. Mom, and let's face it, it wasn't his strong point, but all four of us girls have come out beautifully.  My M-O-M tried really hard to make her time at home special with us but years later, I finally realize why I never could see myself as a mom, because I didn't have a stay-at-home mother. It wasn't a part of my life, so I couldn't see it in my future. I do however, remember my favorite favorite favorite!! days where when I would come walking home from school and see my moms car parked in the drive way. We would RUN inside and call out, "Mom?" Having her there to answer us, to hear about our day, and fix us an after-school-snack, those days where cherished.  We laughed about me always wanting to be a grandma, but as I grew older I realized that more than anything, I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to be home and answer the call of my children as they returned home, I wanted to make snacks, having time for reading stories, and talking with my children. 

Years passed and with the birth of my second child I was privileged to stop working and become a stay-at-home mother. It has been quite a journey learning how this mommy-at-home things goes, but I'm trying and learning, and catching glimpses of the joy that I always dreamed of.