I know many of my posts are full of sarcasm (well, at least I hope you know that), but being a mom is hard sometimes, so I try to make light of it. Plus, kids can be pretty hilarious if you take the time to see it. Even though I like to use sarcasm and a hyperbole, being a mom really is one of my favorite things in the world. It’s probably the most challenging and fulfilling thing I’ll ever do.
There is nothing that could have prepared me for how rewarding motherhood is. Before I had Desirae, motherhood was something I dreamed about and heard about. I had done my fair share of babysitting, so I was excited for the day I would have my own kids. But there is nothing that prepared me for actually being a mom. I knew it would be wonderful, but I didn’t know it would be this wonderful.
No matter what Desirae does, I love her completely, just because she is her. No other reason. I love her when she turns the toilet paper roll into a toilet paper pile. I love her when she is fussing for some unknown reason. I love her when she stains my clothes and takes bites out of my coasters. I love her when she comes begging for my food even though she just finished her own meal. I love her when she won’t let me take a shower in peace. I even love her when she wakes me up WAY too early. Yes, I get frustrated sometimes and may lose my patience, but I don’t love her any less.
Every morning, I get to take her out of her crib and see her first smile of the day. I get to watch her take her first steps. I get to be the one she seeks for comfort when she is sad or afraid. I get to be the one who makes her owies disappear. I get to be the one who knows all her favorite bedtime stories. I get to be the one she wants to tuck her in bed at night. I get to watch the sweet relationship she has with her daddy. I get to be the one who nurtures and protects her heart and dreams. I get to be the one who fills her eyes with joy when she sees how proud I am of her. I get to be the one who teaches her about the world. I get to be the one who shows her how to be a mom, a wife, and a Godly woman.
There aren’t really words to describe what it’s like to be a mom and love your own child. My daughter brings me so much joy. There isn’t anything much better than being her mom. Nothing beats the smiles Desirae saves especially for her mama or her big blue eyes looking up at me. I have the honor and privilege of nurturing, loving, and teaching my daughter. It is, quite literally, one of my favorite things in the world.