Today we have a guest post from Letitia, who blogs at Sometimes I Feel Like a Porcupine.
I am becoming a my mom. I guess it is inevitable that there will come a time when we look in the mirror and see at least a tiny part of our parent(s) looking back at us. It’s amazing though, that when it finally happens; we aren’t quite as appalled as we thought we might be.
My mom and I are opposites. I’m an introvert. She’s an extrovert. She is bold, fun, and talkative and she never meets a stranger. I am quiet, reserved, and cautious in new situations, but no matter how opposite our personalities, there are some things that are just ingrained in me.
I see my lips thinning.
I see the creases by my eyes.
I see my hands dry and my nails un-manicured.
I mop the floor on my hands and knees with a rag instead of a mop because it’s just easier that way when your floor is always dirty.
All of my storage containers are thrown into a kitchen cabinet. I have to dig through the various lids and containers (as they fall all over the place) to find the match.
…and sometimes when I speak, my mother’s voice slips out.
When I got married, my mom and I both had our nails manicured for my wedding. As we were getting dressed for the wedding, I remember looking down at her nails that were stained from helping arrange the poinsettias at the church and then looking at mine clean and perfect. I thought to myself, that is love. Love is in the doing. Love is in the sacrificing.
Being a mother is a calling, it is a blessing, it is work, and it is sacrifice. It is not always fun and it’s not always easy, but it is a love like you will never know until you have experienced it yourself. Often times, everything in my selfish being wants to be left alone to do what I want to do. Some days I just want to scream and pout and say, “but what about me!?” Thankfully, I had a mother who was an excellent example of selfless love. I am able to draw from her example and remember that this time with my little boys is short. Someday, I’m sure I will wish there wasn’t quite so much time for me.
We always joke that if my mom weren’t around, our family would never get together. My mom is the Earthly glue that holds our family together. I can only hope that I am the glue for my boys that she has been for my sisters and me. How appropriate that our Heavenly father is the glue that holds us together eternally. How blessed are we that He had stained nails as well. Love is in the action. Love is in the sacrifice.
Wishing you and your family a very blessed holiday season,
Has your view on your parents changed as you’ve become a parent?
I am a stay at home mom to two beautiful little boys. They are 26 months and 8 months and into everything! My husband is a wonderfully supportive and strong person and I am blessed to be his wife. I try to find balance in all areas of life, but sometimes there is a mountain on one end and a mole hill on the other. I have enjoyed writing for as long as I can remember and I recently took the plunge into internet blogging. Prior to becoming a stay at home mom, I was a teacher and a guidance counselor. Maybe when the boys are older I will return to counseling in some form. I am a logical realist on the outside, but I am an artist at heart and I am so excited to be sharing my victories, disappointments, and everyday ramblings with others. Visit her at Sometimes I Feel Like a Porcupine.
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