Comments on: I Am A Mother…

By: Roxanne

Roxanne — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 21:41:38 +0000

I did not say this. Joshilyn Jackson did. She is a authoress and good at saying things like this. . .and it BEARS repeating.

“Signing up for motherhood is like AGREEING to cheerfully become a complete loon for the rest of your span on earth.”

By: Fraulein

Fraulein — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 19:18:01 +0000

Can I just say — these responses are all brilliant, wonderful and moving!!

I am a mother. I keep the monsters and “bad guys” away. I sing little made up songs to calm my (4-year-old) baby down. I tell her she will always be my baby, even when she’s a grown-up. I find lost teddy bears. I play hide and seek. I give big hugs after time-outs. I would kill to do this one more time, but probably won’t get to, because I am getting too old…so I try to be always thankful to God for blessing me with my one beautiful, healthy Peanut.

I am a mother.

By: Cassie J.

Cassie J. — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 01:25:45 +0000

I am a mother. I cook for 2 hours for a 15 minute meal. I melt in my chair when my boys run back to hug me and thank me for it (even though their dad told them to). I bring forgotten items to school. I wash soccer cleats and shin guards. I sit on cold bleachers and cheer on our teams. I pray for my son’s future wives. Oh, how I pray! I am a mother.

By: Shelley H

Shelley H — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 19:46:16 +0000

I am a mother. I need to hear my sons voice daily, even at 19. I am a friend to him when needed. I am the encouragement for him to persue firefighting. I am still his protector. I am the only one to have his back his entire life. He is my right arm. I hug and kiss him daily and tell him I love you – each and every day.

I am a mother. I need to know that my 15 year old is happy. I am his confidant. I meet his needs when his father does not. He lives with his father by his own choice. I let him live there and let it be okay. I text and/or call him weekly and tell him I am proud of him and that I love him.

I am a mother. I wait for our daughter in China. I pray that she is healthy. I pray that she will make the transition smoothly. I am grateful that her birth mother will choose life for her. I will start all over again with boogers, diapers, and complete joy in my heart. I am patiently waiting for our daughter.

I am a mother forever. Nothing will ever compare to that.

By: Carolyn

Carolyn — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 02:56:07 +0000

I am a Mother. Thank you God for the biggest blessing in my life 31 years ago and thank You now for my continuation of being a Mother to little ones through my 3 precious grandsons. Still have the boogers and love it! I am a Mother.

By: Susan J.

Susan J. — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 02:25:38 +0000

I am a mother. I can tell from 50 yards away that something went wrong at school today. I call myself a stay-at-home mom, but I rarely get to stay at home. I have learned that I can stand up in front of a crowd and be the PTO President for my child’s school and not faint. I can find “lost” items that no one else can find.

By: Christi

Christi — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 19:48:32 +0000

I am a mother. I have learned what it is like to wake in a panic in the night with the absolute need to check on a tiny baby and watch her breathe. I am learning the fine art of balancing the need to let nothing bad happen to my child and the understanding that I must let her discover her world. I am an emotional wimp thanks to the heartstrings attaching my child to my chest.

By: Jana

Jana — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 18:31:21 +0000

I am a mother. I read books until I’m cross-eyed, I interpret his words for others who have difficulty understanding his speech, I experiment with different hairstyles for her, even though I’m terrible with hair, I clean and wipe and throw away and organize and plan and sign forms and schedule appointments and buckle car seats and buy raisins and goldfish (by the gallon) and correct and sing and cheer and hold and pray.

In the moment of these events, sometimes I am tired and don’t want to that very thing. Sometimes, I just want to hide in the bathroom and read a magazine.

But mostly, I just don’t want to miss a single second of life with my two miracles. As I have joked, I’d cut off my legs for them, except I need my legs to run into their arms.

Who deserves this blessing?
Not I.
Thank you, oh merciful God.

Jana

By: Dawn

Dawn — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 17:55:48 +0000

I am a mother. I cuddle and caress my son so many times each day, I loose count. I laugh and giggle. I saw my son very ill last week and was ready to do whatever it took to get him well again. I melt at my son’s smile and laughter. I can’t wait until my son talks, knowing that once he begins he won’t stop, if he’s like me. I love and cherish each milestone. I am a mother, and am so happy that it was possible.

By: carol b

carol b — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:15:46 +0000

I am a mother.

I laugh, cry, bake, run, wipe, cuddle and clean more than I did before.

I love more than I ever knew was possible.

I am a mother.