I was sitting by my daughter, enjoying the moment, when a medley I had made up during the first few months of her life came to my head. I began to sing it to her again:
I’m the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world
The luckiest mommy in the whole wide world
For of all the many, many mommies
God chose you to be my little girl.
My sweet girl’s face immediately lit up with joy. “Sing it again,” she told me, and so I did. “Sing it again,” she repeated. Over and over I sang the medley. Sometime during this she crawled into my lap and rested her little head upon my chest, gazing into my eyes.
Her brother also came waddling over at some point and began to crawl all over us, grabbing at our hair, yelling happy babbles. She did not seem to even notice him, keeping her eyes locked on me: “Sing it again.”
She went down for a nap a short time after and upon waking immediately came to me to hear the song some more. “You are best, my friend mom” came her smiling two year old reply.
I had to keep myself from breaking into a pile of mush. I really was the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world. How was it so? What good thing did I do to deserve such beauty in my life?
Beauty. Undeserved. Lucky. Are these truly words to be stated?
I am just a mom after all. . .
I look on social media to see my childless friends thriving in successful careers, going out in their sexy dresses, smiling with those perfect hair, make up, and hand on hip poses.
I could reflect on the negatives of my situation, the endless messes and temper tantrums. Did I earn a college degree to spend my days cleaning snotty noses and playing with dolls and cars for hours on end, without any pay?
From the outside looking in my life could seem quite boring, quite domestic, quite just plain awful.
I could choose to look at the negatives, what I do not have at the moment, what I am “missing out” on.
I could do that.
I could see the miraculous, undeserved beauty waking me up each morning and kissing me each night. Two little beings who look at me with adoration in their eyes. Two creatures who call me their “best, my friend.”
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~Henry David Thoreau
I see the luckiest mommy in the whole wide world.
Yes, without a doubt, I am the luckiest of all.