Dear Child of Mine,
There are days when there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day and my “Mommy-Do” list continues to grow rather than shrink. The laundry needs to be folded, the kitchen table wiped down and dinner to be made. There are days when I hear myself saying “just one minute” or “hold on a second” more often than I would like. Trust me Baby, I would much rather watch you practice your somersault for the 156th time today than wipe up the spilled juice on the floor. On these days and through the years when you sometimes hear “just a minute”, I hope you grow to see that there were just as many, if not more, moments when Mommy stayed.
There were nights when I was exhausted, completely drained from the demands of the day. When I wanted nothing more but to fall into a heap on the couch, and watch mindless television. But you were having a hard time falling asleep, anxious about the new challenges of Kindergarten, so I stayed an extra ten minutes to cuddle. Softly running her fingers through your hair, whispering sweet “I love you’s” in your ear as you nodded off to sleep. I knew that there was a mountain of laundry on the couch, waiting to be folded, but Mommy stayed.
There were days when I was stressed as I desperately tried to find the balance between career and motherhood. There were mornings when I could barely get myself dressed in time before heading to the office when suddenly your tummy began to ache and your temperature began to climb. All patients were rescheduled, all meetings were postponed and all messages redirected, because you needed me at home. So, Mommy stayed.
Through the defiant and stubborn preschooler years you tested all boundaries; deliberately crossing every line drawn, curious to discover what, if any, repercussions awaited you. Day after day you would literally and figuratively push me, trying to see how far you could make me go. But because I love you, I stood firm and Mommy stayed.
When you were a feisty toddler you were completely capable of sleeping through the night; you simply made it clear that you did not want to. And as you sat in your crib, crying to get up and play, I knew you needed your sleep. And even though you didn’t see me, on the other side of the closed door, with tear stained cheeks and aching to pick up my baby, Mommy stayed.
On your first day of pre-school you hugged my legs tightly. My enthusiastic and charismatic little one suddenly transformed into a shy and quiet babe; uneasy about the new world around her. So we sat cross-legged on the story time rug together and on your first day of pre-school, Mommy stayed.
But on your first day of Kindergarten you were no longer frightened. With your backpack slung over your tiny shoulders, you marched confidently into the building, looking back only once to blow a kiss and wave proudly. You didn’t ask me to stay, undoubtedly because you were now a Big Kid. You were no longer sad or scared.
On the first day of pre-school mommy stayed because you were scared.
On your first day of Kindergarten (in the back of the parking lot) mommy stayed because I was sad and scared.
That’s the thing about Mommas. Whether you ask them to or not, they stay with you.
My Child, I hope you remember that your mommy stayed. Not for the recognition or appreciation, but because I want you to know that I will always stay.
My love for you is wherever you are.
Nothing you do, nothing you say, can make me leave.
You can’t lose me.
That’s the thing about a Momma’s love; it always stays.