Today’s Prompt: Grow
Watching my boys grow is a joy.
Oh, I did not think so in the trenches of motherhood.
All I wanted was for them to grow up.
To not need me so much.
To be independent.
To leave me alone.
To stop calling me by the name “Moooooooooommmmmmm”.
The name I longed for, Mom, became a word of disdain. I despised hearing it.
As a stubborn two-year-old, I got up dragged feet and answered the call.
What lessons was I teaching my boys?
17 and 22 years later, hearing the word “Mom” sends all sorts of love through me.
It’s a precious word.
It’s a treasure.
I’m blessed to be called Mom, even Moooooooommmmmmm.
I love it.
When I look back at those years, the years I thought would never end, I am weighed down by regret.
Regret that I did not cherish the moments.
I rushed the moments.
I slept through the moments.
I missed so many moments.
But, as my boys grow, I grow.
Not because of anything inside of me, my boys have grown into wonderful humans.
They are heroes to me.
Stop = 185 words