Glawe's Outlook

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

All worth it

With the passing of Mother's Day, I can't help but reflect on all that we, as mothers, have had to put up with raising our kids.

Aww, the wonderful smells that came out of those pretty little babies; who could've thought!

All the whining in the stores for treats and toys - and giving in more than once (or twice) to prevent a bigger scene from occurring.

Looking back on old videos I realize that I was a foreign language interpreter - listening carefully to the so called words coming out of those little mouths as they began talking. Only a mother (or father) can understand the dialect of their household - everyone else looks at the child and questions, "huh?"

And I wonder how I made it all those scary moments - one bouncing down a flight of (carpeted) steps in his walker, one running towards a moving helicopter at the Balloon Days event, one getting out of his car seat and opening the van door while going around a curve (quick-acting dad pulled on him in the nick of time to keep him from falling out and the one that pulled the fire alarm at the school and how worried we were of the repercussions. (Oh, all these incidences involved the same boy - no wonder my hair is so gray.)

And there was all the consoling that was done - to the one who jumped from the treadmill after being dared and ending up with a broken arm, the one who got stung twice by wasps at the park, the one who fell from her bike on a ride half-mile from home (and consoling the sister who couldn't bear to see her bleeding) and the one who split his chin open on jump into the swimming pool.

As they have gotten older - the constant mood changes, the "I can do what I want" attitudes and the "can I drive, please?" heard from the learning drivers (and giving in to them while silently praying until we were safely to our destination).

And now as they are licensed drivers, waiting up worrying for them until they are safely home. "You worry too much" they tell me so often.

And I always will.

Sitting through umpteen concerts of (at first) squeaky horns, the team efforts and tough defeats of sports, the hundreds of dollars spent at the concession stands and the wearing out of tires necessary to get to all the events.

But it's been worth it. I wouldn't trade being a mom for anything in the whole world.