A huge part of who I am as a mother stems from two places: my childhood and my faith. It’s no secret that my youth was more chaotic than that of most children I knew growing up, but my grandmother Lucy, of whom I often share stories, could part any cloud that darkened any day, smothering me with the unconditional love and support that I not only desired, but also deserved as a little one. And when I ever had doubts or fears, she made sure that I prayed.
Raising 1, 2… 4 kids, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t ask myself “What would Lucy do with this many?” How would she parent an army of children? Would she run a tight ship, sticking to strict rules, household chores and bed times? Or, would she be a lenient, lax mom, keeping her cool even when the kids didn’t pick up after themselves? Better yet, would she think I’m doing a good job, and be proud of the mom I’ve become?
Besides my doting grandmother, I was also influenced by my mother. Unlike Grandma Lucy, my mom was wild and free, not maternal in the least, but enjoyed life and the finer things. Many times, a little too much. It’s been said more than once that she’s been on her 12th Step going on 25 years now. Her path and mine couldn’t be more different, but amidst the memories of an unstable life at home, I do recall some fond moments of taking the train into the city, eating at her favorite spots, and roller skating in Central Park. She cheered me on the best ways she knew how by playing with me as if I were a friend.
Then, there was Aunt Carol, my mother’s sister who I so sweetly looked up to. She was my American Dream. She had four kids, and her halls were filled with the most beautiful, joyous noise I ever experienced. I knew that’s just what I wanted. I would wish for three boys and one girl, just like her, never expecting that one day I’d, too, be living that same blessed life. Despite all their differences, my grandmother, my mother and my aunt all played an integral part of my childhood, and would ultimately shape me into a mom who can wear any hat.
It wouldn’t be fair to carry on and gloss over the countless ‘moms of friends’ who took me in from time to time. They showed me what it was like to be maternal, by treating me as if I were their own. Some of them still follow my journey and have been my biggest cheerleaders through life. Barbara, Loretta and Dona were just a few of the “other moms” who saw to it that I had the skills to survive and enough grit to come out winning. More often than not, I find myself inviting the friends of my children over, and making sure they, too, feel a sense of belonging and family with us.
It’s astonishing – now that I am in the thick of parenting – the number of hats a Mom truly wears. In addition to the countless mommy hats of packing lunches, kissing boo-boos and drying tears, here are some of my favorites:
- Bobby’s bride – No matter what, this hat comes first. As a unit, if we are good, we are ALL good. For the past 15 years, fostering our marriage has been at the forefront of our being. Although our little ones seem to call the shots at times, it’s important for them to see Bobby as the man of the house, and to see us as a team.
- Chauffeur – Having four kids is no joke, and like the song goes, “Every Day I’m Shuffling.” Oh, wait, that’s hustling. Well, we do plenty of that too!
- Playmate – Twister. Operation. Hide & Seek. We do it all. And these are the moments that we can look back on and smile.
- Firefighter – Putting out fires is a daily occurrence when you have four kids. Things can get heated pretty quickly, and when they argue, I jump in. When they cry, I hold them. When there’s an accident… well, that’s when I put on my doctor hat.
- Doctor – Assessing a sprain vs. a fracture, cold vs. allergies, bruises vs. boo-boos, Dr. Mom may not always have the right treatment, but she is indeed the first responder.
- Ring Leader – when it comes Friday night, this mama is leading the pack, inviting all the neighbors over for a well-deserved evening of friends and fun.
- Teacher – It doesn’t take a degree in education to hold this title. Not a day goes by without lessons being taught. From manners, to empathy, compassion and giving, there’s certainly something to learn every day.
- Hero – My favorite role is being my kids’ hero. I need them to know I will always go the distance for them, and aim to set an example so they can then do the same for others.
If being a mom is a full time job, does that mean I have four?! Sure does seem that way at times. And that doesn’t even count these other little gigs that I have… #wife #citygirlgonemom #friend. But the way I see it, is that I get to have multiple dream jobs, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I’m forever grateful for all the mother figures in my life, who’ve helped to shape the many walks of how I mom, wife, work and live.
Thank You Gigi Pip, who also celebrates the many hats of mom and for providing all the hats featured in my post! You are cherished!
Thank you Z Bella Photography for the beautiful images.