The other day, a friend asked me what the best thing about being a mom was. When I tried to answer, I came up with one joy, one surprise after another, each more fun than the last. And I realized that the things I thought were the best now weren’t so at other points over the last few months—or the last year, if you count being pregnant, too.
I’ve given it some more thought since. While I still can’t pinpoint one “best thing,” I’ve come to something more fruitful. Checking in within myself every so often to determine the latest “best” thing about being a mom might provide some good perspective, and the process of blogging about (and thereby reflecting on) it may keep the time from slipping away too quickly.
So today, these are the top ten best things about being (Jacob’s) mom, in no order other than that in which they came into my head. Expect these to change next week! Ha!
- How snuggly Jacob is in the morning when I pick him up. He’s probably seventy-five percent awake and drapes himself across me, one little arm on either shoulder.
- How warm his little body is, all the time . . . except when I think it’s warmer than it is outside and neglect to bring a hat out for him.
- How singing “Who Loves You” to him helps him to calm down when he’s crying. Good taste in music, that boy.
- How he laughs and smiles when I sing to him. I’m not sure yet if I should take this as a compliment or an insult, but there it is.
- Mom friends. I have made wonderful young, married mom friends these past few months. I’m also enjoying relating to my mom, mother-in-law, aunts, grandma, and my friends’ moms in a new way.
- Nursing. It took the first three months or so for me to intellectually accept that I was feeding another human being via my own body. Once I (mostly) got over that, I could see that the chance to snuggle that warm little body and offer something only I can provide is incredibly special.
- Watching him fall asleep. Especially since napping has been rough the past few weeks, the peaceful look of those closed eyes and the little breathing sounds he makes when he’s finally out let me know he’s in a good place, mentally and physically. . . . And it allows me to exhale a deep breath, too!
- Coming to his crib in the morning and finding him on his belly, 180 degrees in the opposite direction of how I put him down. Already his life is a mystery to me.
- Watching him suck his thumb. It still feels like a giant victory to me when he gets just his thumb in his mouth. It’s like a glimpse into the future, too—I see he is capable of so much, has such wonderful potential, and already I know that he can do anything if he puts his mind to it.
- Max und der Schnuller. Enough said, no?
I’d love to hear what other moms think is the best, whatever stage they’re experiencing now, have in the past, or look forward to in the future!