Adjusting to the New Norm
I have always been told by the wiser that there will come a day that I will look back and gasp in recognition that time waits for no one. There is no truer words to be spoken. Time is fickle in a sense that you know change is happening, but it takes years to stand still and reflect on the progress. Every day change is happening around you. The seconds tick by as we go through our daily routines, hoping we have enough energy to withstand another day. We adjust to the changes as they come and go, but still never see the picture being painted before us. It takes us waiting for the masterpiece to finally have our Aha! moment. Then we process what the time we missed cost us.
My Aha! moment is happening now. I see my children growing into young adults. I view them in a new light and see how they have evolved, with what seems like overnight. I find myself wanting to hold them in my arms again, and know that my babies are no longer babies. Knowing their need for my guidance eases the mommy inside me, but also knowing their need for me decreases every day makes me realize that my role is shifting.
You never understand the importance of doing your job correctly until you take on the role of Mom.
As hard as it is to know that they do not need me as much, I am also reminded of my purpose. I was gifted one of the most precious gifts I could have ever imagined. I was given the job as a mother. A privilege in which I have never taken lightly. I sustained life within my own body, and still remember the way my body changed from week to week. I held their hands as I helped them walk for the first time. I celebrated birthdays, counting on as the first year turned into twelve. I know that change was always moving, but the one change that never came was the easiest to miss. I was the constant within their lives, and even though my name has changed from Mommy to Mother, I know that I will always be the one they remember being present. I have always been there for them, guiding them to the very best of my ability.
There are other aspects of being a mom that I treasure. I am very fortunate to have a group of mothers around me, who not only inspire me, but guide me. I have learned that by having a support group of mommas, who are in all stages of their childrens lives, continues to give me an advantage I never knew I needed. There are some mothers who are in the beginning of their adventure, and some who have raised their children into the amazing adults they are today. I am wiser and more compassionate in my walk because of them.
When I am feeling overwhelmed I call on them for advice. One of my favorite meeting places is Big Bad Breakfast. I love the environment that they have created which screams adventure. This seems to fit the bill of what us mothers are enduring, all the while offering exceptional food. I find that I can sit and have a reviving conversation while not feeling rushed. As if the food wasn’t enough, they also have a home décor store, Reclaimed Spirit, inside the restaurant. This allows you to eat and shop without stopping your conversations. The sweet staff are essential to making you feel as if you are valued as a customer. You will leave knowing you will be back soon. These breakfast/brunch meetings with my mommy friends adds so much wisdom to my life. I take everything they tell me and apply it to my families growth.
I also am blessed to know that if I am in need of something more, that I can call upon the most admired person I know, my own mother. Her guidance has always been the most treasured part of my own life, and I am thankful everyday for her presence. Her knowledge has given me the most powerful testimony of what I seek in being a mother, and I strive everyday to be half the woman she has worked hard to become.
Listening and learning is essential. Remember that there are days you need an ear, then there are days someone else does.
You see, I am learning that my job has always been to transfer from Mommy to Mother. As hard as it was to hear them shift me from one to the other, I knew that being called Mother was exactly what I was destined to become. I needed to know that my children were growing. My job is not to keep them the babies they once were, but to grow them into loving, decent, caring human beings. I am far from accomplishing them being adults, and still have teenage years and beyond to master. I am just staying still for a moment to see how far we have come. Making a mental note to know that the past ten to twelve years have flown by. And to have the wisdom to know that the next ten years will most definitely speed by without a hesitation.
I am looking back and seeing the changes. I am proud. I see how they have been through this journey with us and know that they will look back and see the battles we have accomplished together. We have fought to be where we are today and my hopes are that they see how much effort, and passion, we have to expel, to create the life we have made for them. I pray that they are learning from their parents, and that they take the experiences and submit them to their own future. A better life than our own is what we all strive for when it comes to our children. We give them the tools and know that it is their choice to use what we have taught them.
One thing is certain though, no matter how much our new norm is, as their mother I will always be there. I will be cheering them on no matter what stage of life they are encountering. I will be guiding them, and handing out advice regularly. I will hold their hands and remember that no matter what age they are in… I will always be their mother, and they will always be my babies. That is a constant that will never shift, never tilt, but will be there for all eternity
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