The Rare Gift of Contentment

Children can be exhausting, inconvenient, messy. Years ago as a mother of young children, I know I must have done more than my share of complaining. I’ll never forget my disgust (with myself) when I realized indulging my habitual selfishness and self-centeredness was no longer acceptable. It was time to grow up and take responsibility for the vulnerable and dependent babe in my arms! (Imagine what a brat I must’ve been! Waaah!)crying baby

The idea of allowing one’s life to be dictated by the needs of little munchkins doesn’t suit the narcissistic world in which we live. A second notion — that once little ones have shed the munchkin stage, they’ve also shed their need for Mom — is just that, a misguided notion.

So, it’s always heartening for me when I read blog posts written by women who adore their children and purposefully format their lives to ensure their children grow into mature, delightful adults. Allow me to introduce the writings of Desperately Doodling Debbie and Amanda Rose Adams.

Desperately Doodling Debbie is a long-time friend. Her children are flying the nest one by one and her inimitable writing style chronicles tales of their leaving mingled with other experiences and observations both profound and humorously mundane. Her turns of phrase are amusing and amazing. (Is my envy showing?)

Amanda Rose Adams hasn’t reached the empty nest stage … yet. Her October 23rd post speaks volumes about maternal contentment. Entitled When You Have Everything You Want, the piece reminded me of the wonder I experienced at that stage of my life. How many young mothers today take time to comprehend such delight and enjoyment until it’s slipped by too quickly?

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Poem: At The Doorway, Room 5

As a younger writer, I wrote free verse. My more recent poetry has tended almost exclusively to rhyming forms, but here’s a poem describing a maternal milestone from my life … a poem that echoes the experiences of my friends.

Renée