What’s it like to have
a mom?
What’s it like to have someone there for you, in a way that only a mom can?
What’s it like to have someone pick up your favorite things at the grocery? To have your favorite sweatshirt clean, folded, and lovingly waiting for you at the end of your bed?
What’s it like to have someone to call about the littlest thing? Or the most life-changing?
What’s it like to have someone proudly share their favorite recipes with you?
What’s it like to have that someone come over and take the baby, start dinner, and put in a load of laundry so you can get a little sleep?
What’s it like to have someone hold your hand when your heart gets broken?
What’s it like to have someone to give you advice when you don’t know how to deal with your teenager’s anxiety?
What’s it like to have a shopping partner that knows what you like because your taste is so similar to hers?
What’s it like to have someone plan a family vacation because it’s what she’s always done and she craves building those memories with you?
What’s it like to have someone cook you a favorite meal, that you have craved since you were five? Even if it’s just a grilled cheese or buttered noodles.
I know what it’s like to be a mom and do all of these things. I love it.
Most days, not having a mom doesn’t bother me. But then a simple thing like washing a shirt, to make sure my daughter has her favorite one for a sleepover, strikes me. I don’t know what that’s like. My heart doesn’t know what that is like.
I am just thankful that my girls will never have to ask these questions.
What’s it like?
xo,
B.
