I wuv you, mommy

Being a mom was something I have always aspired to be. I knew from the time I was a little squirt, that I wanted a slew of my own little squirts someday. I was born with this ability to just mom everything and everyone. It is funny how some things can seem to prepare you for your future as a caregiver.

After seeing Toy Story as a youngster, I was changed forever.. gosh that movie did something to me. I could never see my toys as just toys ever again. From that day on.. probably for a few months, if not more, I slept with EVERY single "livable" toy I had. My full size bed contained at least 20 Barbies, rows of baby dolls tucked into covers, stuffed animals (from every claw machine in the area), and of course my blankster. I have no clue how I ever slept with all that crap in my bed. There was literally no room for me to even roll over. It was a huge undertaking to take care of all of those lives, but I took on the task for two reasons..( 1.) I knew they needed a good mother, and I was going to make sure they all felt special no matter how uncomfortable I was. ( 2.) I didn't want all those creatures talking crap about me when I was gone. I was afraid one would turn on me. I wasn't about to let that happen.

Looking back now I can see what I was doing. I was preparing to be a mom. Preparation for the uncomfortable nights in bed with somebody that wasn't going to budge, another billion stuffed animals ..because of course my child also has that same sickness, and the lack of warmth.. because  the blankets are being utilized by an oversized Mickey Mouse.

Those moments really do shape you. I mothered all my friends in college, (they may say I bossed them.)  I mean my nickname was Momma..lol. . I lived in the house or apartment that was always clean and smelled of grandmas chicken and biscuits. You went to parties and came back to my house, because you knew there would be some kind of cookies in the oven. That was just always my thing, and I am so glad that it was.

Being a wife and mother is not easy. The child always needs something ..chicky nuggets, more pretzels, apple sauce, an education.. (<---important).etc., The husband is always looking for answers.. Where is that one piece of paper I had in my hand a week ago, that I set right here in the middle of the kitchen counter? Where is that shirt I took off yesterday and put on Jonah's trampoline? Do you know what happened to those one boots, that were tracking mud all over the house,  that I took off in the middle of the floor? I mean.. WOW. But reguardless of all the ridiculousness.. I wouldn't want it any other way. (Except for maybe the ability to call husbands stuff when it is lost, and ask for its location)

I am so glad that I had a mother and mamaw that were there to set the perfect motherly examples for me. I am so grateful for them. I am so thankful to have such a wonderfully loving and understanding husband. My child.. is the reason I carry on. He is my heart. At night, when he grabs my hand and says," I wuv you mommy," I know that all of my preparation has  paid off. I am that mother he needs.. and that mother that I have always wanted to be. Thanks Buzz and Woody..To infinity and beyond.