Being a mom…

Generally, I have found that composing at the keyboard leads to not saying exactly what I want…either forgetting something I wanted to say or not expressing myself as I hoped. But, despite this, this post is being composed at the keyboard.

My son and his wife recently had their first child, a little boy. I have to say, based on my limited observations, they are great parents. From the get-go, they seemed so comfortable in their new roles of mom and dad. Much better than I felt about my early parenting skills as I always felt that I was barely surviving (picture a duck placidly swimming on the lake and the frantic feet paddling below), trying to be a good mom, hoping to be a good enough mom.

They seem so comfortable taking out their son out on adventures already while I rarely took them out unless it was absolutely essential. I don’t think either one of my sons went to the grocery store with me until they could sit up in the cart (like at age six months) as an example.

My goal was to rear happy, healthy, productive adults. Moreover, I further wanted my sons to be polite and have manners. Over the years, I realized that I could do my best to have healthy kids (taking them to the doctors, dentist, and providing good nutrition) but ultimately, I couldn’t make them happy, or at least ensure their happiness. That was really only something they could bring about for themselves. While my sons are very different, they seem to have found their own brand of happiness, and I applaud their choices.

I guess the whole point of this is to say: I love my kids, I am proud of them  and what they are doing and have accomplished, and will accomplish in the future. And maybe, just maybe, I had something to do with how they turned out–that I was a good enough mother.

Did I accomplish what I planned to with this post? Say what I wanted to say? Probably not, but it’s good enough.





About pedometergeek

A pharmacist by profession, a haiku poet by nature, I read and write. I have a book of haiku, Ohayo Haiku, and another somewhat alternative haiku book, Three Breaths, but write other genres. I also read...lots of novels! My favorite is, and remains, Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged but I am also a big Harry Potter fan. I truly am a pedometer geek strapping on my pedometer as soon as I awaken.
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10 Responses to Being a mom…

  1. janjoy52 says:

    We sow seeds in hope and faithfully tend and water looking for signs of health and joy, joy, JOY! when we see those tender shoots coming above ground and flower into fruit! Good job mama!

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  2. julespaige says:

    The best we can hope for as parents, mothers and fathers is that our children find happiness in their work and family – what ever their choices. And yes we did have much to do with how they now handle themselves. So give yourself a pat on the back. And relax and enjoy the grands!

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  3. judyt54 says:

    Sounds like you gave them the best parenting there is, letting them make their own informed choices. and being proud of them, openly. I see so many kids convinced that mum and dad don’t care, because there is never a word of honest praise given freely, and its only years later they find out differently. How sad, and what a waste.

    I’d say you did good, all over.

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    • Thanks, judyt54, for the compliment. I am proud of them and their choices, but I have to admit I still a bit like that duck…paddling furiously underneath trying to do it right to keep afloat.~nan


  4. judyt54 says:

    If I had kids, I’d be the same way, paddling like crazy. But I do recognize (as my folks did not, and so many others the same) that we all make choices, every day of our lives, and no matter what the roolz are at home, they often bear small resemblance to what goes on in our lives the minute we leave the front yard. Lotta parents don’t get that. They forget how hard it is to be 9 years old on a playground, lol or 22 years old in a new city…

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