Thursday, September 09, 2010


Isn't it funny how perspective can really change things?  I mean, I know that it can't actually change something, but it certainly alters our perception.

I'm reminded of the 2008 movie, Vantage Point, in which a crime is pieced together by interviewing witnesses who all had a different physical perspective of what happened.  It fascinates me how the whole picture can be seen by compiling perspectives.

There are things in life that also require perspective.  Motherhood is one of them.

As a child, I viewed my mom as a source of protection, comfort, and discipline (lots of discipline--I was not the most well-behaved child).

As a teenager, I perceived her as an obstacle that stood in the way of my independence, an authority figure that I did not need or want.

As an adult, I found that she became more like a mentor/friend--someone I could always count on to provide good advice and a listening ear.

But now that I am myself a mother, I see my mom in a whole new light:  The sacrifices that she made daily for me and my siblings.  Sacrifices like sleep, time, and energy--all things that seem so insignificant when there is plenty to be had, but are so hard to give up.

I am only three months into this whole "being a mom" thing and I have to say that it is extremely hard.  It's hard when my baby wakes me up at 2am after he's been sleeping through the night for over a month.  It's hard when he again wakes me up at 6am when he's been waking up at 8am for two weeks.  It's hard when he decides he only wants to take a 45-minute nap when I have tons of reading to do for school.  It's hard when he is crying for no apparent reason other than wanting to be held when I again have schoolwork to accomplish or dinner to prepare.  It's hard not being able to run errands and/or go out in the evenings because it interferes with his schedule.

But you know what?  I would not trade any of it for the world.  My mom was and is a champion for all of the hard work that she put in to raising ten children (and still does, as most of my siblings are still under sixteen).  I hope I can be half as amazing at being a wife and mother as she is.

So who is my mom?

Put all the perspectives together. ;)
(Except the teen one... teenagers have the most wacked out perspectives ever!)

1 comment:

  1. Love it. Your little boy is lucky to have a mom like you.



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