The Power of Mama

I am consistently amazed at the power of being a mama.  As a new mom, that was one of my biggest surprises - how simply my presence or my touch was enough to help infant Cole stop crying and be calm.

Still, after five and half years of mothering, I am taken aback occasionally at the strong bond between mama and child.  At how much Cole still needs me - even on my grumpy days - and how much he wants to do nothing but spend time with me.  As I woke up this morning and came downstairs at 5:15 to have some alone time, how Cole was upset because he'd rather be down with me doing laundry and emptying the dishwasher than warm and snug, reading in bed.  And how if Chase is sad or upset about something, how simply my hugs or loving touch can immediately soothe him. 

I know it won't always be this way.  Someday soon my hugs and kisses will be brushed off for fear of being embarrassed.  Someday there will be hurts and heartbreak that my presence won't heal.  Someday my boys might want nothing to do with me.  So I'm soaking up my powerful presence in their lives while I can, even though it means I can't pee in privacy or have forty five minutes in the morning to get a load of laundry done in quiet.  It's ok, because this season won't last forever - and I'm building a foundation for our relationships on love, attention, and hugs; and a strong foundation can last a lifetime.