I’m Lightening the Mood!
I have been posting on some heavy topics lately. Car seat safety, cord blood banking, baby proofing…very important topics, to be sure, but not much to smile about.
So in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought I’d take an opportunity to think about what I’m grateful for. I’m a seasoned Mom with over 3 years under my belt and did my time as a charter member of the “two under two” club. Sure, I’m grateful for the daily smiles and hugs and giggles and silly conversations with my boys. But there’s a lot of other things that make it all worthwhile.
Our Reproductive Endocrinologist
This is a weird place to start but let me give you some context…our babies didn’t come easily to us. We tried for a long time, then tried the adoption route and after being on a waiting list for almost two years, decide to go the fertility clinic route.
Our Reproductive Endocrinologist is my hero. He was so positive from the start that he’d be able to help us have children that it was unnerving. I’ll never forget the grin on his face as we sat there, speechless, looking at him as he confidently explained the process and gave us the timeline for when we’d be pregnant. Yep, he said ‘when’. Not ‘if’. It drove me crazy. How could he possibly be so positive?
After so many ups and downs we didn’t have the energy to get excited again only to have our hopes dashed. But he was right and he made our dream of having a family come true.
Handprints on my windows
This past Saturday, after I put my little guy in for his nap, I came downstairs to straighten up while my big guy was busy building a school from the Lego apocalypse in the living room. As I was wiping down the kitchen table, I looked out the window into our backyard. What was blocking the view, you ask? A tiny handprint. At first, I rolled my eyes but then I remembered – I won’t be seeing those tiny handprints for long. Last year, for Mother’s Day, my son’s teacher sent home a picture of my son with his handprints and this poem:
People will tell you to treasure every moment because they grow fast and they’re right. I’m torn between wanting to stop time and savor this moment and being incredibly curious to see what my boys will make of themselves when they grow up. Whatever happens, I know it will be quite a ride!
A few weekends ago, my big guy developed a high fever from an ear infection. We moved him into his ‘big boy’ bed a few months ago – a full-sized bed which he loves – and I loved on that night when he was feverish and wanted to be comforted. As we lay there in the middle of the night, and I was stroking his hair and rubbing his back, he was whispering all the things he wanted to do when he felt better.
He wanted to have his Uncle and Aunt come over for a visit.
And Nana and Popa too.
He wanted to play hockey with his brother and play with his cars.
And he wanted to go to “Joanie’s” (what he calls our favorite diner) for breakfast.
What struck me was that he wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t even crying. He just couldn’t sleep because of his fever and the pressure in his ears and he wanted someone to talk to. And in the quiet of the night, I was the one he wanted to comfort him. It won’t always be that way. I’m reminded of the saying:
“Your daughter is your daughter for the rest of your life. Your son is your son until he takes a wife.”
My brother has been blessed with a wonderful daughter-in-law who loves and embraces our family as her own, and she has filled a place in our hearts that we didn’t even know was empty until we met her. I can only hope and pray that we are so fortunate when our boys grow up and look to start their own families. In the meantime, I try not to take any one of these precious moments for granted.
As I sit here in the quiet of the night writing this post, the house is quiet. The boys have been asleep for almost 3 hours and my husband is upstairs in our bed watching TV.
A few hours ago, after dinner, the living room looked like a hurricane blew through it. My little guy had taken every ball out of his ball bin and thrown them across the room. My big guy was busy building with the legos again (this time it was a Chik-fil-A…with a drive-thru window).
The two most chaotic times in the house are breakfast and dinnertime. Sometimes I’m so frustrated because I just want to sit down for a moment but the kids need a drink…or more chicken nuggets…or a goalie…or a referee…or someone to help build a school out of Legos.
And then I remember that they don’t get to see us all day and they miss us. We are the center of their world right now. Soon there will be another little boy or girl to play hockey with or share the happenings of the day with. We won’t be needed as much anymore. And that’s when I stop cleaning up the kitchen and get down on the floor to play catch or help build the best lego creation my kids have ever seen.
One of my favorite things to tell my sons is, “You make Mommy laugh. Every single day.” And they do. I think that’s what I’m most grateful for. The things that make me laugh every day. Like the day my big guy asked if he could pee in the sink. Or the day my little guy was giggling as I was imitating the way he says “Please!!!” He says it as if he’s begging for his life, even when he’s only asking for a glass of water.
So this Thanksgiving, after the turkey has been eaten and the plates cleared away, I’ll take a moment to give my little boys hugs and kisses and tell them how much I love them.
And then I’ll build a Thanksgiving turkey out of legos.