I am that Mom

In  talking to a girlfriend of mine as the discussion was going I said, "I am that Mom"...

I am that Mom who... is so grateful for energetic little boy who at the end of the exhaust me to my core.

I am that Mom who... is excited when the rain left puddles that allowed Sam and I to play in them until not only our feet were wet but our pants.

I am that Mom.. who hates washing little handprints off the windows. Nothing makes me smile more that those handprints.  One day too soon they will be they will be gone.

I am that Mom who... cries when I see artwork Sam has made.

I am that Mom who... calls her Mom when the day is beyond difficult  for no other reason to know that she has survived me and I can survive the day.

I am that Mom... who loves to watch Sam eat an ice cream cone and the joy on his face.  The sticky hands and messy faces makes me smile.

I am that Mom... who is very forever grateful for Mom friends who get me.

I am that Mom... who misses Cole and Cate more today than yesterday.

I am that Mom.. who loves to watch Sam play with the hose even when the temperature is probably too cool.

I am that Mom...who yearns to say, "Thank you!  Can I tell you about the boy you gave birth to and how grateful we are you choose us to parent him."  Maybe one day.

I am that Mom.. who hearts feels like it is going to pop out of my chest when Sam asked for more kisses.