I stopped nine times to take pictures of the lamp posts in my neighborhood the other night.
Nine times.
It's a good thing my son wasn't walking with me.
He would have been making fun of me the whole time. Telling me it was a "mom moment."
It's his way of saying I'm "old" I guess.
I have lots of mom moments lately.
Like when I pass the exit on the freeway because I'm talking while I'm driving.
Or I forget what he just told me because I was still thinking about something that happened at work that day.
Or I lose my sunglasses...and they are sitting on top of my head.
Or I forget to turn on the crockpot in the morning so I have to rethink dinner.
Or I leave my coffee cup in the microwave after I reheated it for the third time.
You get the idea.
I don't think these sort of moments are exclusive to being a mom. I think they come with the territory when you're a grown up and you have a lot of responsibilities and things that fill up your brain.
None of us can remember everything and keep track of every detail in life.
For my son, though, it's a fun way to joke around and share a smile with me.
And it makes me laugh. Because that "mom moment" just became a true moment I shared with him.
As his mom.
Oh the irony.
There are days when being a mom is a heavy job. Heck, there are days when being a human being is a heavy job.
But I'll take the mom moments when I can get them.
And not the ones that make me seem old, either.
I'm talking about the real mom moments.
Like the 30 seconds last night that Ryder let me sit on his bed with him and actually be in his room without telling me to get out.
Or the extra long hug I got from Jacob the other night when we were outside by the firepit. (I don't think he even realized he was hugging me for the first few seconds).
Or watching Ryder's eyes light up when he talked about the football coach who contacted him from that cool college in Iowa.
Or the 10 minutes we all sat down for dinner together Thursday night. At the same table.
They are moments.
They are fleeting.
They are what makes life beautiful.
And they help keep me grounded when I run up against the other moments in life that aren't so much fun.
I'm collecting those moments, Storing them up in my brain, in my blog, in my journal. Everywhere I can.
So I can look back on them when my boys are out of the house in just a few short years.
I will always be their mom.
But the way they need me will change. It has already as they've gotten to be teenagers.
I'm guessing Jacob will call me out on even more "mom moments" after he moves out.
I'll be even older then...
And I'll cherish those too.
So bring on the mom moments.
I'm ready for them.
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