By Liz Hendricks
When I was a child, and was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up the answer was always the same—— “A MOTHER”.
After college, marriage, and a successful career our precious daughter was born followed by two sons. I never looked back. I loved these kids. Of course it wasn’t always easy—sleepless nights—ear infections—4 AM hockey games, football injuries, teacher conferences, fender benders, and late night curfew arguments.
Those days were long—but the years so very short! All three are finished with school—have jobs—and are off the family payroll. I am a proud mom.
It has been said you never really know how successful a parent you were until you see your children parent their own children. When I hear my daughter sing lullabies, read stories, wipe snotty noses and wait patiently for the garbage truck (Charlie loves the garbage truck), I know I did OK for a mom. There is nothing more beautiful to me than to see my daughter love her children.
I loved being a mother. It is a holy privilege——I will always be a mother. It was too quiet after everyone moved out, but I adjusted and rested up for round two! God in His infinite wisdom designed something even more wonderful than being a mother——and that is being a grandmother! My life is full of sticky kisses, snuggles, giggles, parks, and cookies. The best part is there are no sleepless nights—ear infections—4 AM hockey games, football injuries, teacher conferences, fender benders, and late night curfew arguments.
I know now that what I really wanted to be when I grew up was A GRANDMOTHER!
Happy Mother’s Day!
by Liz Hendricks