Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Home Base

A friend of mind sent me a link to another blog where a mom posted a blog about Rules for mothers of sons. One Rule was "Be Home Base"

You are home to him. When he learns to walk, he will wobble a few feet away from you and then come back, then wobble away a little farther and then come back. When he tries something new, he will look for your proud smile. When he learns to read, he will repeat the same book to you twenty times in a row, because you're the only one who will listen that many times. When he plays his sport, he will search for your face in the stands. When he is sick, he will call you. When he really messes up, he will call you. When he is grown and strong and tough and big and he feels like crying, he will come to you; because a man can cry in front of his mother without feeling self-conscious. Even when he grows up and has a new woman in his life and gets a new home, you are still his mother; home base, the ever constant, like the sun. Know that in your heart and everything else will fall into place.

Oh how I want to strive to be as constant as the sun for Ty. I've discovered that when he was really little, I was his main dependency, now that he's more independent, my little boy is needing less of me, and it's easy to let that cause insecurity, doubt and threatening feelings. This post was a good reminder for me, to try less to be the person he wants most, but instead to be his constant. The funny thing about having a son as a mom, you know that the older they get, the lower on the totem pole you go, which doesn't feel good, but if I can live a life with confidence, integrity and happiness, he will admire me, enjoy being with me and love me in a deeper way forever and know I am always cheering him on.

No comments:

Post a Comment