I can remember laying with my head in the lap of my own mother on numerous occasions while she played with my hair as we waited to see the doctor.
Looking back I remember saying as a teen, "I never want to be like my mother." and fast forwarding to yesterday, I realized...
I've turned into my mother.
That revelation was a very weird, yet, one very accomplishing feeling that I don't think I've ever had before. Now, sounding like her.. Sometimes it amazes me how she somehow just manifested herself through me and is speaking...
The thought makes me cringe every time.
My Diva had a million and one questions to ask me. Her inquisitions are so random at times, unicorns, babies, and other various subjects that have left me blinking in amazement at her a few go-rounds.
I think frustration and amazement come wrapped in bows with pretty little markings.
Children have the tenacity to drive you crazy and have you smiling all in one token. Over the last few days.. This has been the case.
Being a mother is exhausting. It's also the best job in the world.
Over the years, I'm sure my mom felt this way about my 6yr old Diva/ADHD self at one point too.
On numerous occasions telling me, "You make me wanna pull my damn hair out, Chrystal Louise!!!".
Believe me, I'm sure I did just that. I can't deny the fact that I was a horrible/hyperactive/doing cartwheels in the lobby as we waited, brat of a child.
Then I realized how precious these moments are. That I wouldn't trade a thousand moons or stars for that matter. There is no better place in this world I would rather be than in these waiting rooms with these children.
Fast forward to last Wednesday and yesterday, there I was sitting in the same waiting room with another little precious "daughter" of mine, I caught myself nurturing them the same as if they were my own child.
Again, my mother came to mind...
Regardless if I birthed them my own or not, I love these children as much as my own. And it pangs me to know they are unwell.
Not in a million years did I ever imagine I would have any more love to give to any other children but my own, but as night is to day, and as natural as breathing the air into my lungs, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Also, I am in no way, shape, or form trying to be their mother. They have a wonderful mother. I am however going to try my best to be a motherly figure and friend to them.
Which brings me to my case in point:
People always asked me what it was like growing up being raised by a Woman who wasn't my birth mother and how that affected me?
There was never any difference. So, I guess the only effect it had on my life is that I see now how easy it was for her to love a child that wasn't her own.
What I've realized in the last few days is that not only am I so lucky to have had the privilege of having two amazing mothers, I am privileged to have become a mother myself, not only to my 2, but to be a friend, to love, and to help care for 3 other beautiful little souls as well.
I am blessed beyond belief.
And so, while I thought the only love I could give would be to my own children, I find myself today, more than any other, understanding what the meaning of unconditional love truly is.
Thank you, Mom. For loving me, treating me as your own, and showing me the beauty of what unconditional love is. I owe the mother I have become today to you.
-Chrystal Louise