There is something in that moment after my child falls down and lies there, crying for help and hoping someone will scoop him up in arms of comfort. There is something in that moment. Something that brings the weight of being a mom down on my shoulders and reminds me that these little human beings absolutely, 100 percent are my responsibility, my world, my everything. That one moment is full of the weight of that responsibility, the love that makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst, and the fear that my child could be seriously injured. There’s all of that in that split second between fall and scoop-up.
My sweet baby boy took a big tumble tonight and lay in a fetal position, knees to chest, on his side just crying and knowing that I would be there any second to kiss and hug and comfort. Even hours later, I can’t get that mental image out of my head. He just lay there waiting for me.
That’s a lot of fear, responsibility and love wrapped up into a single moment. It’s moments like these that make me realize how important the role of Mom is in a child’s life. It’s moments like these that remind me of my place in the world at this point in time –
Mother of Two
Provider of Comfort
Tickler of Feet
Reader of Stories
Baker of Muffins
Kisser of Boo-Boos
Singer of Lullabies
Wiper of Tears
This is what’s important. This is what flashed before me as my son lay there in tears. This is what it truly means to be a mom.
**By the way, my son is just fine. The poor kid has spent the better part of the past 2 weeks on his face. He is my rough and tumble little guy**