I often wonder what kind of mother I am. Am I attentive? Am I fun? Am I a good mother or a bad mother? I have come to the conclusion that I am a mother. Plain ole mother. Mother is a word that needs no descriptive. It is an all inclusive word. A mother is someone who is attentive, who is kind, who it mean, who is good and bad. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have...
My current musing has been what kind of mother I will be to my children's hindsight. I'd love to think that they'll look back on these days of pillow forts, shower curtain tents and sleeping in clothes as amazing times when their free spirited mother showed them that life can be fun. But the reality is that they will probably have forgotten most of that by the time they form their opinions of me. And no, being the "bestest stuffed animal ever" does not count as a valid opinion. Someday they will remember funny things we used to do (that we've not done yet... Time travel. Don't think about it.) and they'll smile and that it will make up for all the trouble, the time-outs, the "no you can't go over to Little Billy's house"s and especially the nagging and harping and being overly concerned. They'll never forgive me for making them mow the yard or clean their rooms, but at some point, it will cease to matter.
The fact is that it is an insignificant worry, because in the end, you are their mother. They are your babies, and nothing can ever change that. Because you'll always be the "bestest momma ever".
