Being a Mama: Those Magical Moments
This week before Mother's day I've been thinking about what being a Mama has brought to my life. One of the things that stands out foremost are those magical moments where everything "clicks" and you know you're doing the right thing. For me, part of the challenge is that the magical moments are very much outnumbered by the very frustrating, not-at-all right moments where we're just trying to get through that shopping trip or get loaded into the car, or even get dressed and ready for bed. The mundane every day events are not boring just for mama, but for the little ones too, and I think they feed on the uninterestingness and perhaps decide it's not in their interest to participate.
But the magical moments can come at any time, in any place, and they are wonderful and make mamahood all worthwhile. Most recently the thing that makes me smile and makes my heart warm is when my eldest plays with his brother and makes him giggle (he's almost 7 months old now!). Usually I don't "get" what's so funny, but I don't have to. All I have to know is that they're loving each other at that moment. Also magical are the times when our (nearly) four year old gets to participate in a grown-up type event with his daddy. Things like riding the chairlift when snow skiing or mowing the lawn put him in a state of wonderment which creates an unusual quietude in our otherwise energetic little guy. The expression on his face is always one of awe and interest, you can almost see him absorbing the situation with all of his senses.
As a mama I should probably take this as a lesson to myself. To really enjoy things with all of my being instead of rushing on to the next step and achieving the next "goal" or accomplishing the next task. As a mama my children have taught me to side step the routine, and really enjoy the moment. To really fully experience something with all of my senses and in so doing, I've learned to enjoy life to a deeper extent than I had before. Some people spend time lamenting the loss of freedom... freedom of spontaneity, freedom of schedule, freedom of other choices that are allowed to people who have not endeavoured into parenthood. Occasionally I start to think maybe I'm missing out on something. But then it's clear, if I hadn't started down this path, there is most certainly something I'd be missing out on and there is no doubt in my mind that I chose the right path.