When you read this title, what is your first thought? Maybe it’s going from being a carefree young adult, to a mom-to-be to later being deep in the trenches of #momlife. But not in this case. Life is made up of different seasons all subject to their own chapters of change. But the older I get the more these changes just feel like transitions to the next stage i.e. surviving middle school, navigating puberty, your first crush, learning how to drive, graduating from high school and then going off to college. From there you transition into the real world, find your path, get married and start a family. Today I’m talking about the transition to Mom.
You’re never ready for the next transition in life because routine is comfortable, but no one can truly prepare you for this one. I can’t pinpoint when exactly each of these mom transitions occurred but they happened.
On January 19, 2017, my life changed forever when my Laney Bug entered the world. Though only 3 years ago, it already feels like a lifetime away as what they say is true: the days are long but the years are short.
One day I was stroking the chubby cheeks of a newborn baby, soaking in those sleep deprived middle of the night cuddles after nursing sessions and trying to find my rhythm as a new mom between the tears during waves of feeling overwhelmed and the feeling of never having loved anyone like this ever before in my life. Then all of a sudden you were mimicking facial impressions, becoming more interactive, showing off silly dance moves, exploring new things and one day it happened, you said ‘mama’. You were 9 months old. My heart melted and together we continued to grow. You became more independent with eating and playing as I became more confident in who you were teaching me I am as a mom.
Time passed ever so quickly and you turned 2. Your hugs and kisses were becoming stronger and sweeter and I’m pretty sure my heart skipped a beat that first time you said you loved me back during a nightly bedtime routine of tucking you in. It wasn’t long after that you started calling me ‘mommy’, the next transition. Well time just doesn’t slow down and the next thing I knew, I was dropping you off for your first day at Mother’s Morning Out. You shed so many tears that morning not wanting me to leave. Part of me was heartbroken to see you so upset and the other part of me was happy that you needed me because I know one day you’ll spread your wings and really fly. By the end of that school year, you no longer shed those drop-off tears and by the beginning of your second school year at MMO, you would sometimes forget to give me a hug because you were so excited to go into your classroom with your teachers and friends. Again, it was a bittersweet situation. I felt so much joy for your love of school but still found myself with glassy eyes walking back down the hall not feeling quite as needed as before. However most mornings, you got that ‘Oh yeah!’ look on your face, ran back to me, hugged my leg, made a kissy face until I leaned down to meet those little lips and then you’d say, “Bye, Mommy!”
And here we are again at another transition. You’re 3 now … going on 13 with a love for adventure … especially the ones that include a chocolate milk from Starbucks and a stroll through Target with Ellie the penguin in your baby stroller — my old stroller that I used for shopping adventures with my mom. I look at you and no longer see the chubby faced baby, nor the wobbly toddler but rather a little girl you seem to have blossomed into overnight with your big smile, tall stature, long hair, love for princess dress-up and over the top imagination; a little girl who now calls me ‘mom.’ Who knew this would be such a bittersweet transition?
I’ve always known I wanted to be a mom, but I never knew the memories I’d make as a ‘mama’ and a ‘mommy’. Again it’s another one of those ‘told you so’ moments when people tell you you just won’t understand until you have children of your own. No one prepares you for that. Nor these transitions. So as Laney was reaching new milestones, she was creating some for me too.
So embrace ‘mama’. It’s a trying season, but so are the others. It’s like once you get a handle on a certain age, they just keep growing; therefore you just keep adapting together.
Embrace ‘mommy’. What a fun stage of exploration! The world truly takes on a whole new persona through the eyes of a toddler.
And embrace ‘mom’. It’s a new chapter, but one I knew I always wanted and for which I prayed. And it’s the name I will proudly carry for the rest of my life.
Today marks Multiplying Michie’s 1 year anniversary! I’m not quite sure what I thought this could become but it’s more than I expected. So to everyone along for the ride, thanks for being here and I look forward to continuing to multiply this mosaic of motherhood moments together!
Morgan — you’re almost 16 months old and still teasing me; you have yet to call me ‘mama’. You’re definitely my stubborn child, but I love you for it. It’s true what they say … your second baby is the one that gives you a run for your money; the first one is just a trick so that you want to have more. But here’s to our own unique journey to ‘mom’.