I’m someone who needs a lot of freedom; I often find it a challenge to be locked into anything predictable or confining. I prefer to keep things open and flexible–and spontaneous. To satisfy these needs, I’ve always worked for myself so that I could keep my crazy schedule. I typically have several projects going at a time so I can move from one to another when I get bored or burnt out.
Being in possession of such a fierce streak of independence, I wasn’t sure how’d I be as a mom when it came time for creating routines and rituals for my child that would endure through the years. Actually, I was pretty sure I’d stink at it.
Even though I thought that every kid needs a Rock of Gilbraltar they can count on–someone who does what they say they’re going to do, when they say they’re going to do it–in order for that child to be able to develop a healthy trust for his or her world, I wasn’t sure how I was going to conjure that ability. I was going to need a miracle.
Well I got that miracle, and then some. It came in the form of an inexorable love for my daughter that was born on the same day she was. To my amazement, once I actually had Cait, I instantly turned into Ms. Dependable, Reliable, Consistently Consistent Mom. For instance, recently, when I was just five minutes late to pick up Cait after school (because of a traffic glitch), she announced to her teacher that she was worried about me because I’d NEVER EVER been late before.
Practically from day one, Cait and I have had nightly tickle fights, tuck-in and story-telling routines, daily activities we do together, things we like to talk about (Cait’s favorite and most frequently asked question to me is, “Mom, what should we talk about?”), and places we like to go. Our rituals, routines and traditions have turned into the stuff of family legend.
The tradition that most amazes me, because it’s most unlike me, is Cait’s birthday (and half birthday) height measurement.
Eleven years and counting…
6 thoughts on “Eleven Years and Counting”
Yes — Motherhood transforms you in ways you never expected. What a beautiful post.
I liked this post the first time I read it, thanks for entering it.
It really is something. I wouldn’t have believed it if someone else had tried to tell me before hand.
My kids are bigger than I am now, but I’m still amazed at the way I changed when they were born.
Thanks Rory. She’s a real peach and I feel blessed to have her.
This sounds like such a beautiful relationship. That’s a lovely post.