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Just a mom

6 Mar

I’m about to close another chapter in my life and open a new one.

I…am going back to work.

In another life, I was a nurse. I’ve said that for a long time whenever anyone asked me what I do for a living.
“I was a nurse in another life. Now I stay at home with my children.” I would reply with a great deal of sadness. A great deal of remorse and a certain feeling of loss. I always felt like I had lost part of my identity once I stopped going to work. Once I stopped putting on those scrubs and walking through that lobby of the hospital to take the elevator up to the 5th floor of the Pediatric ICU unit…I simply stopped being a nurse. Now I was just a mom.

I never wanted to be just a mom.

“What do you do?”
“I’m just a mom.”

Four and a half years later, I now realize what I was leaving out with that word “just”. How much I was devaluing myself by saying that. I have never been “just” anything, least of all just a mom.

That word leaves out alllllll of these other things that I have been for them.

I was a teacher and a referee. A cheerleader and a coach. A therapist, a doctor, a nurse, a counselor, a confidant, a friend, an enemy, a prosecutor, defender, judge, jury, warden, jailer, and probation officer..
I was all of those things in addition to being their mom.

Now I’m not going to be just a mom anymore.

As this part of my life is ending…I’m sad. I kind of grew to like just being a mom.

But I’m so incredibly happy.

I LOVED being a nurse. I miss it.

But I LOVE being a mom too.

I look back on these last 4 years with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Look at what I’ve been able to do and see in these years! Look at how much I’ve grown and changed as the direct result of the 3 little people under my direct supervision. Look at how much they’ve taught me.

I was extremely sad when I walked out of those hospital doors for the last time in August of 2009. I felt like part of me had died and I did not want to stay at home.

Now I can’t even begin to register how I ever felt that way.

I was there for all of the amazing things that happened.

And all of the devastating things too.

I was there when Oli took her first steps. I was there when she learned to stand by herself. I was there when she said “mom” for the first time. I was there for her when she went to school for the first time.
I was there when she stopped talking. I was there when she had her first seizure, and then her second and third and…. I was there for the ambulance rides and the hospital stays. The doctor appointments, the evaluations, the new therapy sessions.

I have been there for Ginger since the day she was born. I haven’t missed a moment, a milestone, a bedtime kiss…

I was there when Kekoa went to school for the first time, when he fell off of his bike and had to get stitches. I’ve been there when he came home crying because the kids at school just don’t understand what it’s like to have Oli at home.
I’ve been there for it all.

Going back to work may mean missing out on a few of those moments.

I know that with change comes growth. I know that I am in a spot in my life where it is time for me to change, but I’m scared. I’m scared of not being there anymore.

Even though I know that I will be and I know that my kids are going to be in good hands because their dad is going to be here.

Even though my brain knows all of these things….my heart isn’t quite there yet.

I never realized until this moment how much I had grown to love staying at home with my kids. I never knew how much I would treasure the car rider lane and waiting for the bus. Preparing after school snacks and breaking up fights.

Okay. I can live without that last one.

I guess I needed this opportunity to really appreciate the amazing gift that I was given when I walked out of the hospital on that hot August day in 2009.

Whenever I meet a woman and I ask her what she does, I can honestly say that I will NEVER hear the words “just a mom” again without looking into the woman’s eyes and seeing all of the things that she is leaving out.

NO ONE is just a mom.

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She finally called me mom.

23 Jul

Yesterday was the first day that Oli ever called me mom.
Today when she said it again someone else was here to validate for me that she actually said it. My husband heard her.

She is 6.

She called me mom.

Not mom-mom or ma-ma-ma. Not ommm or mmmmm or ahhhh or any of the other things that she has called me in the past.

Just mom.

I knew she could. I hoped she would.

I just didn’t know when?

As we were sitting on the chair this morning after breakfast she quieted her head shaking, tipped her head towards mine and said “Mom”. Then she smiled and leaned forward to give me a hug and pat me on the back. She hugged me tightly like “I know mommy. I know you’ve been waiting to hear that from me for a very long time. There you go. I said it.”

I was so shocked that I don’t even think I registered the fact that it was SUCH a big deal until after she left for school. Until after I came back upstairs and sat down with my coffee.

And then it hit me.

I finally heard the word that I have been waiting to hear since she was born. The word that I have dreamt of all of my children saying since the moment that I knew that I wanted to become a mother.

After 6 long years…I finally heard it from Oli.

If she has taught me anything it’s patience. If she has shown me anything it’s that we have to celebrate the tiniest accomplishments because for a child like her, the smallest things become the most memorable.

I remember each of her little moments like it happened yesterday. The pictures of those things are etched in my brain like a tiny portrait of the perfect day. I remember where we were sitting, what we were saying, who was in the room, and the big smile on her face once she realizes what she has done.

I’ll give you an example…

The second time she put two words together (the first time was at 2 years old before she stopped speaking) happened a few months ago. Kekoa, Ginger and I were playing a Lego board game. Kekoa was working on building a car out of red Legos with grey doors and black rubber wheels. Ginger was sitting to my left pulling out all of the tiny grey pieces, trying to annoy her brother. Oli was sitting with my mom eating applesauce. My mom asked her if she was all done eating. Oli tipped her head to the side and quietly said with the confidence of a super star “All done.”

Cue the big smile that graced her perfect lips and the huge yells of celebration and congratulations from the rest of us.

The itty bitty moments, in a regular house, on a regular day, mark the events of my lifetime.

THESE are the moments that I will remember when I grow older and reflect on the good times in my life.

I won’t remember when I bought my first car, when I moved into my first house, or what I wore on my first date.

I WILL remember when my Oli girl said mom for the first time.

I will remember when all of my kids did, but she works so much harder for these milestones. Months and months turn into years and years of therapy to achieve the things that other children seem to do so without effort.

And yet…that is almost exactly what she did today.

Somehow, working on it for all of these years instantly turned into a distant memory.

She said it so clearly, smoothly, and confidently that it just rolled off of her tongue like it had always been there.

Like she had been saying it all along.

I have many people joke with me and say things like “Just wait! Wait until she starts talking all of the time and then you’ll wish for the days that she didn’t.”

I laugh and say “Yeah” like I have some comprehension of what they’re talking about.

I don’t.

I can’t imagine a day that I wouldn’t want her to speak. She could speak to me all day, every day for the rest of her life and I honestly don’t think that I would ever get tired of hearing her sweet voice.

Can you imagine the day that she could have a conversation with me? Can you imagine a time when she could tell me what she wanted for dinner?

I can.

It gives me butterflies.

Nope.

I will never ever wish for these days when she can’t.

But, I know that she will be able to someday because she surprises me all of the time with her accomplishments.

It may have taken her 6 years to call me mom, but she said it!

She said it.

That’s all that matters.

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