Being "Mama"

What does being a Mom mean to you? 

 I have been thinking about Mother's Day and how I would put together this project for a good few weeks now. It wouldn't be a Mom-post without a little reflection first.

Me and My Mama circa 1987ish

Some of my favorite "Mom" memories are still very sharp in my mind. One was coming home from half-day kindergarten with my Mom and eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of my favorite cartoons. My Mom makes a good pbj. On special occasions, she used to take my brother and I to the thrift store and pick out little toys or stuffed animals. She was always the BEST at making up weird and spooky stories on hot summer nights, too. These are just a few of the good ones, but most importantly they are the simple ones. 

That's something that has stuck with me, something she taught me, to appreciate the simple things. I believe that just being with the kids and being present with them is all it takes to make them happy. My daughter just turned 4 and she loves when I do the silly voices while reading her favorite book. My 6 year old son loves it when I make up stories or tell him things about when he was little. 

Motherhood is exhausting, selfless, and a mostly thankless job. Every morning we wake up, drink too much coffee, and love the crap out of those little people no matter how many times they woke us up the night before. Mother's Day this year will be spent simply being "Mama." Snuggle the kids in close and give them an annoying amount of kisses because you are theirs, and they are yours.

From the mouths of babes: I asked mine, "How do you know that Mama loves you?"

Eli (6): Because I came from your belly.

Ginny (4): Because I'm your daughter. 

Plain and simple. You are theirs, and they are yours. Happy Mother's Day, Mamas.