Mothering

I have been a mother- or a mother-figure all my life.  Children always love me, and that has been one of my favorite things about myself.  I have had lots of practice identifying with them- understanding how to relate, what makes them smile, how to distract them from something upsetting.  I would say, it has taken a lot of effort and practice, but for certain, the efforts are "worth it."

I got started early- as the oldest of five, and only girl.  Double-whammy.  It is a hard lot, for sure- being built-in baby-sitter, house-cleaner, cook... but that role in my life prepared me well for motherhood.

We just got back from a weekend helping out another of my favorite mothers.

Thursday, after a long, long work meeting, Matt, Asher and I got into the van for the drive to North Carolina.  We found out 2 days before that Valerie could not go, as it was a big movie weekend at work.  I was stressed about that- because she had never driven herself to work.  I was worried about work, worried about travel expenses, worried about my sister-in-law, worried about my nieces, worried about my brother... worried another brother would feel really left out...  I was worried.

The truth is though, it was a wonderful weekend.  Spritually, emotionally, experientially.  We had a great weekend.

Valerie may now be able to drive herself to work (if she promises to slow down for speed bumps and be more cautious).  I am so proud of her for stepping it up with the responsibility.

Asher was such a patient, kind cousin to Taylor.  He was doting on her, loving her, and not at all bothered that although half his size, she is in charge.  She reminds me so much of myself as a little girl.  The kiddo has spunk.

Taylor was such a sweetie.  She is excited about her baby sister, and is just as sweet as can be to her.

 The only hard time was Taylor's first night home alone with us.  It was hard for her to go to sleep, but once she did, she was fine.

We cherish our time with Taylor.  She is such a wonderful little girl, and although it broke my heart, it touched me deeply when we were leaving and she wanted to come with us.  I want to be that aunt to my nieces and nephews.  I was that sister to my littlest brothers.  I want to be that aunt.  I want them to know that I love them, that they are safe, and that I am here.  The same is true for my children.  I know that Asher had a great weekend too.  He is such a good, good boy.

Things I want to remember:

Taking the kiddos to the beach Saturday night, and Taylor sitting in my lap for 2 hours while we watched Asher brave the cold water.  She was so, so sweet.

Asher helping Taylor and doting on her.

Taylor saying to me while I was getting her ready for bed "Asher is such a wonderful boy!"

So funny