My days of being a mother are long gone, but the memories linger on. Every once in a while, one of those recollections resurfaces and I wonder how I ever made it through the whole motherhood thing. I then tell myself (which I do a lot now in my old age) that it was a good sense of humor.
My firstborn was like the blueprint for the other two. She set the stage, so to speak. How she ever turned out to be so normal and sensible, is beyond me. I had no clue on how to raise children, other than the occasional baby sitting job and serving as a nanny one summer.
Life in our house wasn’t always easy. For the most part, we were living paycheck to paycheck ( which happens to be the case even to this day.) I was a stay-at-home mom at the insistence of my husband. I protested, because I wanted to contribute some to the family coffers, but looking back I’m glad I had the opportunity to be a close part of their early lives.
Our second child arrived only 20 months after the first, so my quest was to get the first one potty trained before I’d be washing diapers for two. Believe me, washing diapers was the most primitive thing I ever did in my life and young moms today have no idea how lucky they are.
Our third child was an unexpected delight. By the time she was born, both of the others were in school and again I thought I’d be able to get a job and pitch in on the cash flow, but it was not to be. God wanted me to be a mom, so I decided to be the funniest mom I could be.
As our children grew I would often tell them funny stories with silly endings. I’d dress up like a doctor when they were sick. I would put a pair of glasses on the back of head, to let them know I was watching their every move. I drove into the McDonalds drive thru with a funny nose and glasses on my face, just to get a reaction. The kids roared when the server got a look at my face. Once I purchased some cream puffs (stretching our meager budget to the limits.) The kids and their father took one bite and turned up their noses. I broke off part of mine and threw it into my husband’s face, which led to an all out food fight. Guess who had to clean up?
My oldest daughter and I attended a baby shower and came home with a puppy. I know, it’s not the usual baby shower prize, but it was soooooo cute. The puppy was a St. Retriever-Mute – a mixture of St. Bernard, Golden Retriever and Malamute. My daughter fell in love with it and I couldn’t resist. A year later we had the biggest dog in the neighborhood and she was eating us out of house and home, but she was soooooo cute!
Children are a blessing from the Lord. The Bible tells us that the man who has many has a full quiver. What it doesn’t talk about is what having kids does for moms. They give you stretch marks, aching backs, sleepless nights and fear for their safety. Above all, they make life worth living.