I'm the Lucky One

As I sit here staring at the sleeping face of my 6 month old and the compliments of "they're so lucky to have you as their momma" run through my head, it dawns on me. 

I'm the lucky one. 

This may sound totally selfish, but I believe I'm the one who was blessed. 

Yes, maybe my kids are lucky and blessed that they have me and their dad as their parents. Maybe they are lucky that I'm so passionate about attachment parenting and car seat safety and breastfeeding and, and, and yada, yada, yada. 

But in reality. I was blessed. I was blessed to be the one chosen to wipe their snotty noses when they're sick. I'm blessed to be the one who can kiss their boo-boos away and hug away their pain. I'm blessed to be the one who gets to cuddle away the nightmares and comfort them through growing pains. I'm the lucky one who gets to see their smiling faces every morning and satisfy little tummies each day with nutrition. I'm blessed because they call me mommy. 

Even in the MOTN, I'm blessed. They come to me for comfort and snuggles. They look to me for a sip of water or a belly full of breastmilk. They call upon me when they have belly aches and need a MOTN potty trip. Me. 

These precious gifts were entrusted to me to care and nurture. These babies deserve a passionate and loving mother. I can't help but think of those who aren't given the chance to stare in the face of a sleeping baby and see the twinkle in their eyes when they see you first thing in the morning. That's when I realize I have to be thankful I'm so needed by tiny hearts and tiny arms. 

It's not always easy being this needed. Being on-call 24/7. Being the one to soothe away the ouchies and nourish little tummies. Being the one that supplies the MOTN cuddles and kisses. But I'm the lucky one who was gifted this role. That's a gift worth cherishing.

Until next time, friends