Tuesday, November 17, 2020

The last hug.

Arms outstretched, I lean in. The warm familiarity engulfs me. I hold tight for just a little longer, as if doing so will transfer all my love directly into their heart. As we part, a smile bubbles up from my chest bursting out from the corners of my mouth. “Drive safe. See you next year!” they joke, as if “next year” isn’t a week away. I muster an obligatory chuckle. If I knew then, what I know now, I would have held on for longer, leaned in a little harder, really soaked it in.  

That moment has sustained me for nearly a year; but as the anniversary of that last hug from mom and dad draws nearer, its gravity starts to diminish. An emptiness starts to fill the void. I panic as I imagine never getting to hug them again. If in less than a year, that magic starts to fade I shutter at the thought of…

I know, I know. I am being dramatic; but the reality is being apart from loved ones is hard.

As another round of holidays barrel towards us in the time of Covid, I am reminded of our mortality, and of how little control we really have over our lives. I am reminded not to take moments (and hugs) for granted. While I'm hopeful that my parents and I will get a hug (or two) in in 2021, as mere mortals we never truly know which hug will be our last. So, when it is once again safe to give out hugs, watch out world, as I intend to hold them for an uncomfortable length of time!

Circa Sept 2019


 

 


Saturday, November 7, 2020

Three and done? No way! 5 ways I will have more children

Gone are the days when I stare down the pregnancy test, forcefully willing it to display a single line, or perhaps two, depending on the year. My heart pounding as I do the same dance, first refusing to look, then nervously peeking, painfully scrutinizing, and squinting just to be sure. Four pregnancies, three babies and one vasectomy later, I no longer need to spend a small fortune on pregnancy tests. Barring a medical miracle, my uterus will not be housing any more bundles of joy. However, my family is not complete. While I do not plan on birthing any more babies, I’m not done having kids.   

If parenting has taught me anything, it is that life is unpredictable. It is not a perfectly mapped out journey, rather a collection of destinations scattered across a series of pages, some held by you, some held by others. Despite only having a tiny piece of the map, I really feel like I have hit my stride with parenting. Don’t get me wrong, I do have days where I want to run away from it all; but I love being a mom and having the opportunity to shape, mould and nurture little peoples’ minds.

They say once a mom, always a mom and I while I am still knee deep raising the 3 that live under my roof, I can already see how I will continue to add to my kid count.

1. My Kid’s Friends

Now that my kids are in school, I have had the pleasure of meeting and hearing about many of their school friends. While some parents may not always appreciate the role we play in the lives of our kids’ friends; I am acutely aware of the impact of an impromptu after-school conversation or play-date check-ins on the development of their hopes and dreams. Through my own kids, I learn so much about their friends’ goals, hesitancies, resources, and fears. Detailed and unfiltered reports from our kids uniquely position us to offer support and encouragement to their friends. I feel a responsibility to these young minds to facilitate their goals in the same way I do my own.

2. My Friends’ Kids

Almost all my friends are parents now, and boy does that make me feel old. While I sometimes long for the carefree days of childless partying and flourishing into our own together, there is something special about being an unofficial “auntie” to this growing collective of children. The love and support I showered on my partners in crime, as teens and 20-somethings has effortlessly trickled down to their offspring. Whether its sitting bedside of a teeny baby extremely eager to meet us all in person (a whopping three months early), supporting a preschooler’s decision to forgo pants for a summer, or reading up on what it means to be a toddler with celiac; I love these kids with all my being and would take each and every one of them in in a heartbeat.

3. Nieces and Nephews

This squad of little people has been part of my narrative since long before they were born. My sisters and I did not spend our childhoods daydreaming about babies, rather some of us balked at the idea of kids altogether. However, as kids, we were tasked with naming the calves born on the farm and inevitably, we would end up arguing over who would get to use what name for their own kids someday. Those name lists are long gone, and thankfully Princess, Honey, or Panache were not bestowed upon any of our children. What remains, is the special connection of my nieces and nephews to not only my childhood but my first exploration of what it meant to be a mom. I love each and every one of them and will root for their success and happiness in life until the day I die; and if that does not sum up being a mom, then I don’t know what does.

4. Foster Children

While fostering kids is not something we are actively exploring, it is on my radar for the future. We are fortunate to be in a position where we have the stability and the resources to provide a safe landing place for kids who would otherwise be at the mercy of a strained system. The opportunity to weave into a child’s life to offer support, encouragement and stability is not unlike motherhood in general. I was handed 3 different babies in 3 different delivery rooms not knowing how long we would be together or how long they would need me, but nevertheless committed my love and unconditional support to each one. It is with the same passion and commitment to the unknown that I will welcome these beautiful souls into our family.

5. Exchange Students

This is a biggie for me, and something I hold near and dear to my heart. I have dozens of brothers and sisters all around the world because my parents opened our home over 50 times to youth in search of a place to learn and grow. As a mom and global citizen, I feel it is my job to offer myself as a surrogate mom to young people in search of cross-cultural experiences. It can be scary to leave everything and everyone you know in search of adventure and learning, and it is up to parents all around the world to offer the familiarity of kind words, helpful hands, and non-judgmental guidance (or at the very least, someone to read you the riot act before attending that high school keg party). I plan on having a whole bunch of kids this way (bonus is they all come potty-trained)!

Regardless of the number I end up with, I know motherhood will continue to be an exciting adventure of delicately weaving in and out of my kids lives. At times, I will play a large role but much more often I will be working silently in the background to support, encourage and facilitate their growth. There is no shortage of kids needing that kind of love. So, am I done having kids? Absolutely not. In fact, as a parent, I don’t believe any of us are truly “done having kids”, because like I said before once a parent always a parent.