Mothers

With Mother's day approaching, I feel to the need to talk about the blessing of being a mom, just a little bit.

I am so truly blessed to be a mother. Bekah's been a little person since the day she was born. Instead of looking at lights, or patterns she always wanted to look at your eyes. As soon as she had the strength, she'd hold her head up and away from you. Snuggles were not for her, she wanted to know what was happening.

Now, She's always after attention, and loves laughing with me. She'll find something funny and just laugh her funny little giggle until you can't help but join in. She loves to scare and startle, and loves to be chased. She says things like "You're my best friend, mom." or. "I'm just like momma, we're the same!"

It's strange to know what it's like to put someone before me. To know that my relationship with her father isn't just about him and me, it's about her future too. The perspective on life she gives me is wonderful. I watch everything I say, do and think, because I know she's watching me too. I cry when she mimics my least favorite things, like frustration and yelling. I smile when she puts on my shoes, grabs her purse and tells me: "I go work now, I love you! Be back soon!" Because I know she knows I'll always come back.

I didn't become a mother when I got pregnant, or even when she was born. I remember the moment I truly felt like a mother. (warning, this story is a little bit gross, as it involves poo!)

Bekah was about a week old, and still hadn't pooped. Because of this she was getting more and more jaundice-y. The toxins were building up in her body, and the bili light wasn't helping. I called my doctor and the nurse said I needed to help her poop. I tried everything they told me... I propped her, fed her bits of corn syrup and exercised her little legs, but nothing worked. Finally I was at the last resort... either she pooped or it was enema time.So I did what I had to do to keep that miserable enema from happening. I lubed up a q-tip and laid her on her diaper. We were gonna get this poo out. Finally after about 5 minutes of gentle prodding, she made the funniest face I'd ever seen and bam! Poop.

I know this sounds like the oddest place to feel like a mom, but when she pooped... I cried. I cried and laughed and was so happy. I called my husband and my mom to share my triumph with them. I had helped her. I had made her feel better, all by myself. That was being a mom.

I guess I'm getting reminiscent, because my best friend is about to become a mother. How truly blessed I was to be able to conceive Rebekah so easily and to have an easy pregnancy. Now I am on that journey again but for someone else. Honey cannot conceive children with her husband, and IVF didn't work. She has wanted to be a mother for nearly 10 years and has been denied such a wonderful basic thing. How blessed I am that I can give her this gift... the gift of motherhood.

I know that though I carry this child, it's not mine... and I can't wait for Honey's moment... that moment when she becomes a mom. Hopefully it doesn't involve poop though, because she doesn't have a strong stomache.

This mother's day, I truly have appreciation for the gift that motherhood is, because I have the privelage to help give that gift to someone I dearly love.

I hope you appreciate your gift, all you mom's out there. Because there are so many who would do just about anything for it. :)

Happy Mom's day everyone!