My son was sick this weekend. He didn’t have the flu but he had stabbing pains in his stomach and I couldn’t do anything about it. Even though my instincts told me told me that we just needed to wait it out, I couldn’t bare to watch him double over in pain. Austin wouldn’t eat, drink, and was lethargic. If you know my son, this is not him. He goes 100 miles an hour and that brain of his is always thinking of the next project, the next thing he can take a part and in his mind he always two steps ahead of where he currently stands.
I watched him like a hawk, a mother bear, or whatever you choose to relate this feeling too. Call me a mom who hovers but everything in me wanted to switch places with him. I sat next to him on the floor for hours, rubbed his head, and although he was laying on the couch fast asleep and I was on the floor and I feel asleep sitting up…our heads touching on the same pillow.
There is something about being a mother that bonds us to certain other mothers, puts us in this world or category that no one else can relate too accept other mothers. There is also something instinctive in our children that when they need something they go to their mother’s first. (Now, I am not saying children don’t go to their fathers because I still go to mine but there is something to mothers and their children and there is also something special between fathers and their children too.) I will put it out there and say that generally speaking: homework, discipline, food, clean clothes, hugs, whining, comfort, and getting my children to and from activities, and having sleepovers-are all activities I take part in actively in my home.
As my boys have gotten older and although I still do all the things above, they have shifted a lot of their focus to Dad. We live on a farm with endless amounts of new things to try. Both boys love this. Although they may not realize it now but as they get older they will realize that they were so blessed to grow up here. There isn’t any place they can’t go for miles around us, they know every trail, every nook in the trees, where the water is, and on four-wheelers everything is just better.
I watch my children discover new things in front of me. I see that twinkle in their eyes…and each new discovery somehow thrusts them into their next idea. Children are amazing little beings that if you nurture them, they will turn into brilliant adults!
For me, being a mother is the most important job in my life, there are things in my life I struggle with but those are easier to ignore when it comes to building up and nurturing my children.
Have you ever loved something so much it hurts??
Footnote: (Austin is healthy again and he decided it was gas and he needed to go #2)