It's really interesting sitting back and simply watching your kids. In my mind, I am still a kid and sometimes it's hard to believe I am a mom of two. I see through the same eyes even though clearly I am nearing the age of twenty six and have grown up responsibilities (but I'll admit, I can get along well with four year olds).
My daughter had a spring performance at her school today. It was adorable. Some of the kids sang, some did not. Some shouted "I see you, mommy!". Carly sat there and shyly waved at me, my mom, and my husband. It was an emotional mommy moment, seeing my first child on stage with her classmates. At that moment she was not only my first born but she was also a little girl; her own person.
The older I get the more I understand my own mom and why she always cried at my school plays and gymnastics and any major milestones. It's a big deal watching your children grow up. When you see them apart from you it becomes apparent how you're doing as a mom or dad and the mannerisms they develop from watching you - and ofcourse, you see their own incredible little personalities.
Carly is currently standing on a stool in the kitchen with my mom. They are shucking corn. I love being a mom and I love having the family that I have. My children have the opportunity to learn and experience so many things because of the people in their lives. I've learned a lot about being a mom from my own mother. I appreciate her more and more every day.
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