Of Course This Is All About MOM
Posted by Patricia Yager Delagrange
Two days until Mother’s Day so I know you’re not surprised I’m writing about being a mom, right? I’ve often been asked, “Do you have an age that’s your favorite?” Now that my son is 20 and my daughter’s 15, this question makes me laugh out loud. It implies motherhood stops at a certain age, i.e. that I can ALREADY look back and decide what time I liked the best. HA!!! How would I know what age is the most fun raising kids when my job is far from over?
I used to read articles about how difficult it is to be a “new mom”. That is to say, when you have a baby who wakes up in the middle of the night several times and you have to nurse. Then there’s changing dirty diapers all day, every day for years. Feeding bottles, spoon-feeding gloppy pureed string beans, potty-training, learning to walk and talk, and on and on. Oh so difficult.
Now that my kids are older, I look back and roll my eyes and shake my head. THAT was hard? HA!
I think not.
Raising teenagers, in my opinion, is one of the hardest ages – hands down..so far, that is.
You no longer say, “No”, and get listened to. Everything’s an argument or a discussion. Your word is no longer “the law”. Sometimes you feel as if you’re living with criminals the way they defy your supposed “laws”.
And I thought I spent a ton of money on baby food, Avent bottles, and diapers? That’s nothing compared to prom dresses, high heels, purses, perfume, Taco Bell! It’s the constant “break out the check book, Mom, puh-leeze!” Going to the movies costs a chunk of change. And the driving? I now know what it’s like to be a taxi driver. Boyfriend problems, having sex when I never knew he was dating…the list is eternal.
And it’s not over, believe me. They both still live at home. I’m happy about that. I’d miss them terribly if they weren’t here. The expensive economical state of affairs in California precludes either of them from leaving the nest and breaking out on their own.
Which means motherhood has most definitely not stopped just because they’re 20 and 15.
And other mothers have told me (thank you, Florence) that even when they’re 50, they still cry “Mom!” when they’re in trouble.
But I would not take back a single day.
Happy Mother’s Day to me and ALL you mothers out there!