"Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom", and on and on it goes all day long. Some days I get tired of answering endless requests, questions, cries, whines, pleas, etc. Sometimes I just want to finish a thought, an email, a meal, a show, a page, etc without an interruption, and then I give up. I admit rather guiltily that my patience sometimes wanes. It is these times that I remind myself how many years I longed and worked for the days when I would hear "mom..." in my life and in my house. This always brings me back to the absolute joy having a daughter brings me. Sometimes I think that us adoptive moms have a bit more patience ( some may disagree and that's okay) when it comes to parenting our kids. It never takes me long to forget about what I want and remember what I've worked so hard do become. I love being a mom, it's what I am most proud of and what brings me the most joy. So when I hear "mom" for the hundredth time of the day I'll just smile and think "yep, that's what I am...your "mom".
Minding the Clutter
6 days ago