Wandering Thoughts on Motherhood

So sometimes I lie in bed at night, trying to get my brain to stop thinking...and my thoughts just keep wandering in it's rebellious fashion...

I told Ty last night I wish that someone would invent something that would read my thoughts, and send it to me in an email so that I didn't have to get out of bed and write my thoughts down!!!!

It wasn't anything totally vital...Just interesting. To me, mostly.

There's usually some emotion behind the thoughts I have - maybe that's why I want to remember them. Because I felt something behind the thoughts.

I was feeling tender hearted...joyful, maybe? Sometimes I get those 'moments' where I can see my life from the 'big picture'. I'm not sucked up in the swirling tornado of life and I can see it from the satellite in the sky.

I had one of those moments yesterday.

It wasn't a spectacular moment. It never is, right? I think Bella was running around naked, actually. Haha. She snuck out of the tub, and I was thinking about my mom and how I probably ran around like a naked fool once, too.

I was little once. Weird. With a stocky body and cute little buns like Bella.

My mom loved me with the same depth and emotion that I feel for my daughter. Crazy!

I guess it's weird that I am just now realizing this...but I have been thinking about it more than usual.

Which brings me to my next point.

Thanks mom! No really, thanks to a depth I can't describe in words.

Thanks for loving me, that little ball of energy and mischief.

Thanks for holding me close...

for singing me songs...

for reading me Clifford books...

for talking to me with an animated voice...

for kissing my chubby cheeks...

for being the mother you are.

You don't have to be a perfect mother to be a great mother.

The only qualification for a great mother is love. That she love unconditionally...which I think is something that is innately built inside of us all. Even for women who do not have children - they have the built-in mother heart...that deep pulsing love that cares for others.

Sometimes I forget that I don't have to be as awesome as the Sally-Sue So-and-So....That's not my job while I'm here.

My job is to be the best loving mother I can be. Just like my mom was to me. She did the best she knew how with what she was given, and now it's my turn to do the same.

Those were essentially the thoughts I had last night.

Will someone invent that thought-to-email gadget already?

Oh, and mom, can we call this your Birthday and Mother's day card? Okay, sweet!