Grateful to be a Mom

As we wrap up this long Thanksgiving weekend, I keep thinking about my greatest joy, the thing I’m most thankful for – being a mom.

My son and I took a stack of “thankful feathers” and finished filling them out.

On one of the final feathers I wrote “I’m thankful to be a mom.”

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To that J.C. said, “You’re thankful for being yourself?”

I am so thankful to not only be a mom, but that it’s part of who I am.

It’s funny because when anyone introduces me they say, “She’s a news anchor.” They don’t mention that I’m also a mother.

They say, “She’s won an Emmy.” No talk of the recent activities I came up with to teach my boys about fall, leaves and nature.

They tell their friends about my neat story, my interviews with famous people and my funny comments – no words about the late nights with my teething one-year-old, the hours (yes, hours!) I’ve spent cleaning poop from cribs, carpets and even mouths (again, yes – don’t ask), or how I held on to my patience just a little longer to avoid screaming for the boys to get away from each other.

When my introduction is done, I ask my new-found friend, “And what do you do?”

I can’t count how many times the response has been, “Oh, I’m just a mom.”

Just a mom?

 

JUST a mom.

You should know, that’s my favorite title. The most important job I hold. The job I’m most grateful for.

Yes, I’m proud of how I handled that breaking news. But it can’t compare to the pride I feel in my 3-year-old when he holds his brother’s hands to help him walk saying, “You got it little buddy.”

It’s my passion to meet new people and tell their stories. But it doesn’t make my heart feel like it’s going to burst like when my 1-year-old just randomly stops playing to look at me with a huge cheesy grin.

It’s wonderful meeting viewers who tell me how much they love me and that they watch me every day. But even that can’t compare to this – when J.C. who asks across the living room, “Mom, do you love me?” When I respond with a nod, thumbs up and by spreading my arms wide – he runs to me and says, “I love you THIS much” while holding his arms as wide as they can go.

Then J.C. follows up with, “Do you know how much I love little G?” He says that as he jumps out to make an ‘X’ with his body – “this much” (It’s obvious he loves his little brother more than me with the arm measurement system, but that’s almost better!).

Sigh.

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J.C. writes one of the things he’s grateful for is “mommy.”

To be a mom.

The job that’s changed me the most.

The job that’s taught me the most.

The job that brings me joy and somehow frustration in simultaneous moments (eh hem, the adorable giggling together after bedtime).

The job that makes me want to cry and shout for joy at the same time.

The job I’ve waited all my life to have.

I am so thankful for my boys.

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I am so thankful to be their mom.

I am so thankful to be A mom.

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5 thoughts on “Grateful to be a Mom

  1. Beautiful! Just beautiful! I love being a mother, and I’m so grateful for that too. I think you need another post dedicated to all of the places you’ve had to clean poop and why. haha!

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