Confessions: Wishing I Was a Momaholic

Time for another confession. A momaholic sure is better than other “aholics” right. But what if you felt like in your younger years you weren’t as much of a momaholic as you wish you would have been. What do I wish I knew at 38 that I didn’t realize when I was 20 when I had my daughter? What are the lessons I learned? The things I would have changed looking back now? Where do I begin?

Cute as all heck at 3 years old…I could never get mad at this little angel.

I remember the nights we were cuddled up in her little bed reading some of her favorite books… Goodnight Moon, Guess How Much I Love You, Strega Nona and other classics. Those moments were so sweet. But they ended at some point as she got older. I wish I would have crawled into bed with her and read the Harry Potter series or the Twilight series when she was. Even though she was a “big girl”, those little moments were memories I missed out on.

I wish I gave more hugs. I think I missed many hugs growing up, so I wasn’t sure how to give those a lot. Not that I didn’t, but as she grew older and could voice her feelings, I realized just how much she loved hugs. Kids really really do.

I was a military wife (Marine Corps for 6 years) this was our little pup Fluffy, but we had to give him away when we were re-stationed.

I wish I took more pictures. OK, sure I didn’t have my fancy Canon camera like I do now and back then there was no such thing as digital photography to keep your photos safe. I was young, so I really didn’t know/think about just how very much “captured” moments would have meant to me now that she will be off to college in the Fall.

I wish I mad more memories, took more vacations, went  to the park more. Again not that we didn’t, but between the ages of 20-26 I really was focused on trying to finish college and build a better life for her. Not thinking, a better life isn’t all about the money/future career.

Such the fashionista she is now. That girl can rock an outfit I tell ya. FYI, I want her legs :-)

I remember when 9/11 happened and we were driving through NY she said “mommy how will I know that we are in NY now”? I had always pointed out the twin towers to her whenever we drove through there. She got used to associating arriving in NY with the towers, as we all did. I wish I would have jotted down more of those funny/cute and memorable things she said in a journal

I wish I would have video recorded. There is a little clip of her leaving a message for her grandma “mema” on her grandma’s answering machine. I cry every time I listen to it. For no other reason than to hear my daughter’s “baby” voice. I can’t even type this now without getting teary eyed.

Listen lovelies. We all want successful careers. To make our children proud. What I have learned is that they are proud just being able to call you “mom”. Honestly knowing that at the end of the day they have you to come home to. You to call when they are sad. You to lean on with your shoulder when they need to cry. Losing my mom to cancer at 14 has impacted me forever. I wish she was here. I wish she knew how much she is missed. How I wish I had asked her more questions, made more memories.

Our babies won’t be babies forever. Cherish every moment with them. The best times I have with my daughter is when we are being just plain silly. A laugh is worth a 1,000 words. Make them happen everyday. As she prepares to spread her wings and fly, I realize just how much I don’t want to let my little birdie go.

Us a few years back at Christmas

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xoxo Sandra

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