I'm Somebody's MOM

Parenting to me is one of life's great journeys. The time goes so quickly that often living "in the moment" doesn't allow for much reflection about the time that was had. I'm using this space to write about parenting, and reflect upon my journey. Perhaps some will read it, perhaps no one will, but if you are reading - ENJOY!

To this day, the fact that I am somebody's mother amazes me. I look at my parents, I look at my friends with children, I look at my coworkers, and folks at the grocery store - they all "look" like parents to me. They look fully capable, fully in control, and fully aware that they are indeed in charge of the little people running at their feet. Then I look at me, and while I'm fully capable, and fully in control, it's as though I cannot fully grasp the fact that I'm actually a MOM! This past weekend Cary and I took the kids to the playground, and as I swung beside Cary pushing Brendan, with a sleepy Halle sitting contentedly in her stroller with her upside-down thumb in her mouth, I marveled in the fact that we created these two amazing little people.

Cary and I have been seriously contemplating having another baby. It's not so much a question of if, but when. I find myself looking, practically daily, at the scrapbook I made for the kids, and dwelling on their baby pictures; the hospital photos, the "coming home" photos, the first grin photos, and so many others. I miss the tiny cries, the contented sighs, the little bundles, but most of all...the amazing feeling of becoming a parent one more time.