Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Mother's Day

This year was my second Mother's Day as a mother myself.
I woke up early, and lay in bed, listening to the babies laugh and yell in their room. When I finally wandered out to the living room, Travis was just coming out of boys' room.  He was holding one baby on each hip, and they were laughing and smiling. Touching each other's faces, pointing at me.
I felt all warm and happy, and reached for Micah.  As I took him, HE FLIPPED OUT. Instantly, he was screaming, pounding his fists on me, reaching for Travis, crying, "Dada! Dada!"
He flailed and twisted and pushed until I had to set him down or I would have dropped him, and he ran back into his dad's arms, where he huddled shooting me dirty looks and whimpering.
Happy Mother's Day. Your son hates you.

It totally broke my heart! I felt so dejected. Those boys, and especially Micah, are seriously in love with Travis. They always want him if he's here. Luckily, by the end of the day, my boys wanted to snuggle and love me. They reached for me, even when Travis was holding them.
Grey even fell and bumped his head, and came running to me! He pushed past Travis' outstretched hands, and into my arms instead.
And that was very nice.
It almost made up for Micah emotionally abusing me.

Oh my goodness, I love my boys. I love them so much, more than anything. Sometimes it's so hard so see them love and want someone more than me! But, as my thoughtful friend Cecilia reminded me yesterday, it's so much better to have a dad that they are attached to and in love with, than a dad that is absent, cruel, or even just unhelpful.  They have such a good daddy. No wonder they are obsessed with him.
I am, too.

Before church on Sunday, I was dressed all adorably, and my children were in the cutest little dress shirts and vests and I wanted to take a Mother's Day picture. Me and my boys.
Guess how that went.
No, don't bother. I'll just show you.
And you guys, I was very, VERY hesitant to post this picture of myself, because I really only like to post pictures where I look put together and probably well-dressed and calm.
Like, "Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. I was just praying and being lovely. Oh, do I have twins? I didn't even realize, because they're so well-behaved and wonderful."
And this picture is the opposite of that.
But I thought you deserved the Mother's Day truth.

 This is when I started growling like a dinosaur, as I used my super human strength to try to right, adjust, and constrain my two wiggly toddlers.

 Don't let the smile in this last picture fool you. This is when I started laughing like a crazy maniac, out of insanity from having twins.

Hope your Mother's day was the epitome of Motherhood, as mine probably was.
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Camille Spence said...

Bahahaha!! I literally laughed out loud at "Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. I was just praying and being lovely."

Mommyhood....not very glamorous, but it sure as heck is the funnest thing ever. And hard, and frustrating, and tiring. But fun.

(And you have two...you superhero woman you)

Little Gray Pixel said...

I had the same Mother's Day experience. Alexa wanted nothing to do with me and instead ran around all morning saying, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She never calls for me. It's giving me a complex.

Sherri said...

One of my twin boys seems to be going through the same stage, only not only does he not want me he calls everyone but me "mommy." I really start to get disheartened until a day like today where they are totally in "I love mommy (the real mommy) mode" Unfortunately they like to repeat this routine of not liking me.