Do you ever have moments when you realize that you are an adult?
That the halls you walk down at your job are real? You have a purpose?
Do you have a living space (whether it be an apartment, townhouse, or house) that is yours?
Do you look around and think, my kids are going to remember this place, this home, and these house furnishings as their home?
Do you realize that the traditions you start and carry on are the ones they will decide to continue or disregard later in life?
Do you realize that the things you say and do give your children the foundation for where they begin as little human beings and from that foundation they will build their life?...and do you pray that they let you be apart of it?
Do you realize that you make the meals that will be their favorites or the ones they crave when they think of "home" are what you make often?
I have moments where I realize that the "mama!" "mama." "Mom" that is being repeated 100s to 1000s of times a day is meant for me. That I am the person who has this role and this responsibility.
It is enormous.
It is big.
It is the job that I should take the most pride in during my lifetime.
And even if things seem like sacrifices from time to time...or if things are so crazy at times that I think I am losing my footing and am missing all that is important....
I am not.
Because the journey is in the ride and the ride includes each emotion, mood, and feeling. It includes each experience. And boy, realizing that from time to time is overwhelming.
So as I walk back from getting the mail at dusk, and I see the house lights lit and the little heads bebopping by the front window. Stepping inside I hear "MAMA! LOOK AT!" with the quiet piano music in the background and the rice meatballs simmering on the stove...I will pause and just take it in. I am a mom. A real mom. A real wife. And this is my life. And it is good.
**The two links about sacrifices and crazy up above in the post are posts that I LOVED this week.