Say My Name

Thoughts that run through my head as I hear my name "Mom" said--AGAIN:

Go ahead. Say my name one more time. I dare you.

Haven't you learned any other words by now?

Where is Dad? I know he is in the same room as you!

I know! I know! You just asked me that 2 seconds ago and I am changing a diaper right now of a baby who has just put his hand in it! YOU CAN WAIT!

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Where? Where is this "Mom" you speak of?

AHHHHHHHHHHH! (internal screaming)

How many times have you said "Mom" today? I bet I couldn't count that high.

What would you do if I wasn't here?

Are they big yet?

One day, they will be grown and out of the house and I can get my life back!

I know many feel the same way. Someone else HAS to fell the same way! Sometimes the most wonderful name in the world can sound like nails on a chalkboard after a while. But, even though I get frustrated with the constant call of my name, I also do not take it for granted. Here are some other things I think when I hear my name:

That made my day.

I love you so much!

You will never be able to understand how much I love you! Even when you have your own children, you can really only understand how much you love them!

Please, don't ever grow up!

I love that they call for me when they are hurt or sick. (I am secretly even more glad they turn to me instead of Dad, he he)

Thank you for being my kid.

I'm so proud of you!

I hope everyone can see how wonderful you are.

My heart is bursting!

I love being a Mom.

One day, they will be grown and out of the house and I will cry forever!

I really do love being a Mom and would not change a thing. I feel honored by this calling and cherish every day with them--even if its not until after they go to bed...




I write this in satirical frustration. I know many long to have this "problem" and I don't want to make light of anyone's circumstance.