I go by many names. Kayla, Kat, Sweetie, Honey, That Mom Moments lady and of course… Mommy.
Mommy has got to be my favorite name. The people that call me mommy are a select few. Four, to be exact.
They love me unconditionally, and to them, I can do no wrong. I am the superhero in their world. I fix their toys, make their ouchies hurt less and cook their meals. For a short while, I am the continued constant. There for them 100% of the time, no matter the issue.
When they get a bump, bruise or cut.
When they have a bad dream.
When they ace a test.
When they fail a test.
When they win a race.
When they lose a friend.
When they’re sad, mad, happy or confused.
Mom is always there to guide them in their time of need. Mom is there to support them with their goals, there to catch them when they fall and there to remind them that life is going to throw them curve balls.
I am not perfect. I have never, nor will I ever, claim to be. Those kids make me forget that sometimes though. They make me feel as if I could carry the world on my shoulders without any strain. A couple of them probably believe I really could.
This is what I’ve always hoped for. Someone to take my faults and flaws as seasoning on the best meal ever made. Someone who looks at me the same way nerds look at the trailer for a new Star Wars movie.
Sure, parenting is different than I envisioned when I was young, and yes, there are times I want to rip my hair out. But when it is all said and done, and these lovely little prizes of mine lay down for bed at night, I can’t help but hold my head high with proud.
I am a mommy.
To some that name is just a word in the dictionary. To me, it’s the best name in the world.
🧡Shine Bright, Kayla
Originally published on Medium.com in August 2022