Mom, Mum, Mommy

November 19, 2011: Week Nine: Mom, Mum, Mommy

I love my son with all of my heart but occasionally, his actions drive me off the wall, particularly the numerous times he calls on me in the day. He yells my name every other minute. Mom…mom… mom… mom… mom…that is the one word I hear most often every single day. I understand that he is just 4 years old but seriously? Can Freddy go one whole minute without calling me a gazillion times?

My son is a well–behaved child for the most part. He has his moments of tantrum, frustration, and tears but that is normal and expected for his age. Otherwise, he is a wonderful boy. He has a respectable heart and temperament and I would sacrifice my life for him in a second without hesitation.

However, sometimes…..

I become frustrated when hearing Mom a thousand times a day. He demands my attention for no particular reason, and Thank God, it is never due to suffering or injury. He tugs at my sleeve in the hopes that I will gaze at him intently while he plays or urges me to join in. I truly enjoy spending quality time with my son, I do, honestly, I do.

Nevertheless, as a human being who has numerous responsibilities that are endless, it becomes exhausting at times. I would prefer to play with him all day and focus my undivided attention on him and nothing else. Nothing would give me more pleasure. Unfortunately, I do not have that luxury in life. And that is fine. I acclimate to juggling my activities.

I am astounded when watching other mothers accomplish so much more. Honestly, I applaud these women. I have just one child and I struggle. What about the moms who have 3, 4 or 5 or twins, triplets, or more? God Bless them. I do not believe that I would possess the strength or ability to accomplish that. Perhaps these moms with more children have external support whether from extended family or professional services. That would explain how these mothers achieve a great deal of work. I am not in possession of any additional relief. I am the one who labors in everything.

Again, I must state how much I love my son. I do not want people to have the wrong impression. Being his mom is an honor and he is the greatest experience of my life. With that being said, I must also reiterate how inconvenient it is to hear mom, mom, mom, all day; every day. Oh why, oh why, must he do this? Is it because he has no siblings? Is he just bored? I can schedule more play dates but who has that kind of time?

I must be doing something right though. As he pleas for his mommy over and over throughout the day, I am proud to say that at the end of each day he tells me: “You’re a good mommy”. That just melts my heart every time. Now those are words I could hear repeatedly without ever becoming frustrated.

As difficult as this may be in the moment, I must laugh it off and remember how blessed I am to have him.

I waited an eternity to be a mom and I love it! I would not trade it for anything!