Sunday, May 13, 2007

Happy Mother's Day

Mothers are special creatures. In fact, I have little memory of my life B.C. (before children). I vaguely remember evenings out and movies that I could go to and not worry about the R rating. Long lunches. And having money to actually buy myself a CD.

But life is altered with children. You are no longer simply a person. You're the heart and soul of someone's world. The protector. The guardian. The one who bandages the boo-boo's and makes it all better. The changer of diapers. The studying of homework. The one who listens. The one who weighs in. The one who loves this child more than anything in the world.

I was pregnant three years in a row. My girls are (for all intents and purposes) a year apart. All born in October--> 1993-1995. And I have never had more fun than when I'm with the girls. (Ok. The PG version. *grins*)

They make me laugh. They have a wicked sense of humor that never fails to slay me. They're goofy. They're loving. They're mine.

One of my favorite stories about the little people: Having three girls so close in age wears on a person. I had NO time to myself. When they were younger, and I had to go to the bathroom, I had at least two children in there with me. At night I would rotate them out in my bed so they could take turns sleeping with the Mama.
NO TIME FOR THE MAMA!

I decide to hop in the shower one day for a breather. And it's blissfully quiet. No yelling. No children talking. Still. Peaceful. I'm congratulating myself on my ten minutes of heaven and turn the shower off. I pull back the shower curtain, and there they are. They've pulled their little red plastic chairs into a row and await my arrival from the other side of the shower curtain.

It's a good memory. A favorite of mine. That's motherhood to me. The mutual knowledge that we are there for each other. And even though there will be breathers, we're connected. Linked. Loved.

The girls' vital statistics:
Oldest Chicken- Born 11:00 pm at night. 8 lbs. 12 oz.
Middle Chicken- Born 4:37 in the afternoon 7 lbs. 3 oz.
Baby Chicken- Born 8:11 in the morning 6 lbs. 5 oz.

60 hours of labor
654 gray hairs
4 body parts that will never be the same
But...3 precious girls. And the gift of being able to look at my grandchildren and tell my girls...What goes around, comes around. LMAO

Grins*

7 comments:

Rene said...

What a sweet post. Sounds like a wonderful family. Love the shower story.

Bryan said...

I'm sensing a nudity theme here. Naked tricycle riding, flashing turtle trappers, a shower show for the chickens... you're making it difficult to have a mental image of you with clothes on.

Crystal* said...

Rene: Yes. I'll keep the chickens. *grins*
Nancy: Thanks, hon. Hope yours was wonderful, too.
Bryan: Yeah. Yeah. Clothes are a necessity, but certainly not one I embrace. And I'm sure your mental image is probably a lot better than the real thing. LOL
Crystal*

Crystal* said...
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Bryan said...

I gave you a body like Petra Nemcova. Is that okay?

Crystal* said...

I had to google the chickie. *grins* But yes. *nodding* That would be JUST fine. :)~~

Crystal*

Lyvvie said...

I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day. Ours was back in March so I forget the US one. why aren't they on the same day? I dunno. Father's Day is.

I envy you - all the diapers done at once, all the teenage angst done at once...well done.

Nice to see someone else who had children in decreasing weights.

I can guess four body parts...what's the fourth?