What it means to me...

There was a conversation today with a sister about what being a Mom means.  And it got me thinking about what it means to me.  So as I sat singing The Wheels on the Bus for the umpteeth time this evening, I thought about this.

Being a Mom means:

• Watching my baby sleep and feeling jealous that I can't play with him when he sleeps
• Triaging my finances.  Goldfish crackers now come before my socks.
• Filtering my mouth, my thoughts and my actions because my little monkey copies me.
• Realizing that spirituality is more important than independence.  And wanting my son to feel the same way.
• Understanding Moms in the grocery store that look haggard and unkempt... because their child looks about the same age as mine.
• Walking the halls during Relief Society and realizing that I haven't made it through a single church meeting since he was born.
• Appreciating the little things like 2 minutes to paint my toenails in peace.
• Singing Primary songs and attempting to remember words I have not sung in over 20 years.
• Having lopsided conversations that consist of "Yayyyy!!", "Baba", "MaMa" and "MMMMmmmmm"
• Loving every minute of being a Mom.

I know I have said it before, but I was told that when you have children you think twice - one for yourself, one for your child.  I disagree.  You only think once.  Once for your child.  You stop thinking about yourself entirely.  And I realize that being a parent makes a person less selfish.  It is the great humbler.  

My name is Becki and I am a Momaholic.