So a friend of mine posted this on facebook today and I decided, hum, a sad song about a little boy dying from cancer- why wouldn't I listen to it? I mean 20 weeks of pregnancy hormones got nothing on me. (says the person who is using her over sized pajama shirt to wipe her tears away)
What a beautiful song. Apparently Taylor Swift wrote this song after reading a mom's blog about her 4 year old son who died of cancer. It made me think about how often I feel the monotony of motherhood but what a truly amazing, god-given opportunity and blessing it is.
Samantha is my little buddy. She makes me laugh when she pretends to be blind while eating her lunch or when she waits to see if I am looking and then does something she knows she shouldn't like run into the street. She leaves me in awe when she memorizes books and replays them with me over and over again. She makes me want to pull my hair out when she throws her already been chewed food onto my newly mopped floor or when she wipes her grimy, wet hands on my newly washed mirrors and glass doors. She makes me sad when she falls- even when I have told her that she was about to fall. She makes me happy when she walks over to me and gives me a kiss and a hug for no reason at all or when I get to wake up to "Ma ma", "ma ma".
I am no Taylor Swift, so no song will be written, but man am I glad the last 17 months of my life have been blessed by the job of motherhood.
2 comments:
Wow. I love it. And you took the words right out of my mouth. I can't think of a better job - even amid all the punching and messes Motherhood is the best part of happiness I could think of. Great post.
Love this Linzi. When you remember how lucky we are, it's an easy job. An amazing job that I never want to have cut short!
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