I’d like to be the ideal mother, but I’m too busy raising my kids. ~ unknown
Because my children are grown and have turned us into Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor – Stephen is a Texan and Courtney is in New York which means we will forever be torn between the two and could do our own remake of Green Acres – it’s not often that the four of us are together. This past Christmas we were fortunate enough for that to happen. Sitting around the dinner table that day, Stephen asked me a question that caught me off guard.
“What made you decide to have kids? Were you bored and just needed something to do? I mean, really, what were you thinking?”
Wow. The truth is simple – we both wanted kids and it seemed the natural thing to do, and no, we weren’t thinking. We weren’t thinking at all.
If I had any idea that being a mom would be so painful, that it’s a decision to forever have your heart exposed and subject to immense agony, if I had KNOWN? I wouldn’t have chosen it.
There, I said it.
I would have done it differently.
If I had known that I would be wiping snot off a child’s nose onto my shirt while standing in line at the grocery store, I would have done it differently.
If someone had told me that childbirth would be the EASIEST part of being a parent, I would have done it differently.
If I had been able to see into the future and see the struggles my children would face, I would have done it differently.
If I had known that my children would grow up and vote for a Democrat, I would have done it differently.
There are times when I feel responsible for bringing two children into the world that have had to face life with a debilitating disease and had I known, I would never have subjected anyone to that kind of pain.
But my life would have been empty. And the world would have missed out on having my kids in their midst.
If I had known that my son would shoot fireworks from his bedroom window and I would have to cover my face while I disciplined him so that he wouldn’t know I was laughing, I wouldn’t change a thing.
If I had known that the little girl who colored on my walls would grow up and make her mark on the world in New York City hundreds of miles from home, I wouldn’t change a thing.
If I had been able to see into the future and know that my heart would burst with pride every time I looked into their faces, I wouldn’t change a thing.
If I had known that my children would grow up and think for themselves and make their own decisions and LEAVE ME to go out and see the world and make their own homes, as adults, hundreds and hundreds of miles away from ME? I wouldn’t change a thing.
Because my children are happy, my heart is full. Because I have something to SHOW for how I spent the last 25 years of my life. I have finally begun to experience a return on my investment and IT. IS. GOOD.
Being a mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I wouldn’t change a thing.