Growing up, I was a much-loved child, even if my arrival was a long-awaited surprise. My parents spent seven years trying for me, and I could feel their love and anticipation. My mother meticulously tracked her temperature every single day after my sister was born. I’m incredibly grateful for that effort. I entered the world, quite literally, on the wrong foot—April Fool’s Day, no less. Sorry, Mom!
My family took excellent care of me. My mom, dad, and older sister doted on me. My mom believed that babies shouldn’t have to cry, which gives you an idea of how much I was held during my first year. Although I had rules, I never lacked for anything. My life was a series of pleasant strolls where I got what I wanted, and crying was a rare occurrence.
Becoming a parent, however, was a significant wake-up call for someone who always felt secure in their role. The moment I held my tiny, fragrant baby boy in my arms, my confidence shattered. What was I doing? I was the one in charge now?
Despite having a job, a house, and a family, I don’t think I truly became an adult until I was responsible for that little life. It terrified me. He was so vulnerable, and it was my job to keep him safe. Suddenly, nothing revolved around me anymore, and I soon realized it never would again.
There were many tears—my son’s and mine. “How did you get a baby not to cry?” I cried to my mom one night, convinced she had deceived me. “Well, you might have cried sometimes,” she said, probably to ease my feelings of inadequacy.
As my son grew into a toddler, and later, as he started school, things didn’t become easier; they became more complex, especially after his sister arrived. I had to sort myself out and learn how to become the ‘grown-up’ mom who prepared meals while juggling a baby. I was now someone’s mother, and they relied on me for nourishment, comfort, and guidance.
My children showed remarkable patience as I navigated this new role. They would gently stroke my hand when I was in tears over a burnt dinner. They would craft lopsided hearts to reassure me that I was doing okay. With every sticky hug, they reminded me that perfection wasn’t necessary, but effort was important for them.
I’m still figuring it out. I often feel uncertain about parenting decisions—what to do about bad grades, eye rolls, or when they use inappropriate language in front of family. Parenting is challenging, messy, and filled with ups and downs. I’m also compensating for all the crying I didn’t do as a pampered child.
Yet, when I hold their faces and tell them, “You are incredible. Thank you for choosing me as your mom,” I hope they feel as wanted and cherished as I did. I can still feel my mom’s arms around me, never putting me down, and I realize I’m gradually figuring this out, just like a real adult.
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In summary, my journey from a coddled child to a responsible parent has been a profound transformation filled with challenges and learning. My experiences have shaped me into the mother I am today, and I continue to grow alongside my children.