My husband and daughter went on a four-day trip out of state this weekend, leaving me alone for the first time in about three years.
While it was great to have some time to myself and with my girlfriends, the weekend made me realize just how much I love being a mom.
I think sometimes in this blog I get caught up in the challenges of motherhood and forget to write about just how much I truly relish the gift of being a mom. While I think it’s important to be real about motherhood, it’s also important to take a moment every now and then to remember just how wonderful it is to be someone’s mother.
This weekend I missed being the mom. I missed the sound of little feet running down the hall and my daughter’s sweet dinner-time prayers. I missed my good-morning kiss and the “I love you, Mommy” that closes my day.
What I realized this weekend is that no matter what hats I wear or titles I have in life, the one I cherish the most is “mom.” And as my daughter ran up to hug me in the airport terminal, I knew that even though motherhood is by far my greatest challenge and my greatest job, it is also my greatest joy.
Tell us about a time when you felt the joy of motherhood.