A List for a Bad Day: 10 Things I Love About Being a Mom

A List for a Bad Day: 10 Things I Love About Being a Mom

10 Mommy Things

It's so easy to be fussy.

It is so easy to think about all the reasons why I'd be completely justified to just sit down, right now, in the middle of the floor -- and cry.

But I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that, because I have too much to be thankful for... and so do you.

And as wonderful as it feels to wallow in the frustrations, it feels even better to wallow in the blessings.

So here we go: a list of things I love about being a mommy.

1. New baby smell. Mmmm. Dreft + Baby Magic + spit up = New baby smell. Oh sweet cheese, is there a better smell in the whole world?? New baby smell makes me want to have babies, and make babies, and kiss and squeeze and love babies. It's dangerous -- like crack for young mothers.

2. That moment when your toddler comes up to you holding out his tiny mashed finger, and says, "Mommy?" with big, bright blue glistening eyes. In this moment you are superman. You are the only person in the whole wide world who can fix this -- simply with a kiss. A kiss, and a hug, and a gentle pat on the bottom and that child feels safe enough, secure enough to turn around and try to climb your dresser a second time.

3. Picking up tiny shoes and tiny socks and realizing that in the very near future, they won't be quite so tiny. They grow so fast, don't they? Every time a season ends and I put away clothes, I sit on the floor clutching inanimate items of clothing for dear life and crying like a baby. I do this because I know I'm saying goodbye. I'll never see them be that small again; such is the way of life. Everything moves forward, nothing moves back.

4. That moment when my child does something amazing for the first time, and they look at me. Whether they are sitting across the table reading their first word, or out across the yard riding their bike alone for the first time, as soon as they've done it, their faces are up and their eyes are scanning to see where mom is. And I realize every time this happens, that it's because I am their person. Out of everyone in the whole world, when something good happens to them, they want to share it with me.

5. The sound of violent thumb-sucking. You know that sound, right? Click, click, click, click. My youngest baby sucks his thumb so loud, that if I brought him to church he would wake people up. Or distract people. You know, whichever.

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