Once I became a mom, I began to look at people differently. It dawned on me one day – hey, everyone used to be a small, helpless baby at one time! This had a profound effect on how I viewed, in particular, two sets of people: hunks and criminals.
Like most normal women, I used to look at good looking guys and swoon (that is, before I met David, of course!). I wondered what it’s like to be such a chick magnet and what type of cologne he used. Is he a model? Does he have a girlfriend? Does he work out?
However, after I became a mother, I began to look at such hunks much more maternally. I wondered how cute he must have looked as a little baby in diapers. Was he colicky like my son, or was he an easy baby? Did he start walking early? At what age was he potty-trained? I bet he was extremely handsome even as an infant. Well, my baby is beautiful, so I wonder if he will some day look as good as that male model for Abercrombie & Fitch. Oh mister, you really need to put some more clothes on or you’ll catch a cold! How could your mom let you pose like that? Oy.
And then there are the criminals. Back in my childless days, I would see a mugshot on the news and not give it much thought beyond “too bad this person made a bad choice and is paying for his own consequences.”
Now that I am a mother, however, no mug shot goes by me anymore without my heart breaking for his mother. Again, I would be reminded that he used to be someone’s baby who needed diaper changes and feedings around the clock. I bet the mom received gifts and flowers from family and friends when she gave birth to him, just as I did. I’m certain that the mom had hopes and dreams for this guy, just as I do for my own son… hopes that he might one day become the President of the United States, a lawyer, and/or a champion bowler. When did this guy start veering off course? What could the mom have done differently to keep this from happening? I better do everything right in raising my baby or I might see my his mug shot someday on the news. What if I am one day the recipient of that 3am phone call from the county jail? Yikes!
I am working hard right now to help our kids make the right choices as they grow up, but I can’t always control what choices they’ll make eventually in life. Perhaps they’ll make some good ones and some bad. Of course, I pray that they’ll mostly make good choices and will spare themselves from going down the road to destruction.
Whether they one day appear on the cover of a magazine or on the “wanted” poster, I do know one thing for sure: I will always be my kids’ mommy.
And I will never, ever stop loving them.