The other day I was in the stands of a huge pool waiting for my son to swim. I spotted him at the same time that he looked up and saw me, and he waved. He just waved, but immediately I got a big old lump in my throat.
I felt so stupid up there in the stands all choked up. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was because he’s 12 and still looking for me in the stands, or maybe it’s my premenopausal hormones, or maybe it’s just that I’m a mom and that’s what we do.
Over the past 14 years, there have been many times I’ve found myself all verklempt. Dropping off Maggie for her high school shadow day and watching her climb the steps into the building hit me hard this fall. Listening to all of Lilly’s teachers explain what an amazing young woman and student she has grown into had me in need of a Kleenex at a school conference earlier this month. And just tucking Jonah in bed at night when he’s fallen asleep with the light on never fails to choke me up.
The most ridiculous episode happened when I was pregnant with Jonah and had taken the other three kids to see the Wiggles in concert. The show started with a video of the Little Red Car making it’s way to the 1st Mariner Arena and when the car finally pulled onto the stage and the Wiggles jumped out, I found myself struggling to contain my emotions. Don’t ask me why. I hated the Wiggles. I still can’t believe how much I spent to take my kids to that concert. But motherhood has made me do some crazy things, and it’s always brining out emotions at the weirdest times.
Yesterday, I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across a video about mothers that left me with tears streaming down my face. Motherhood has officially turned me into a total sap. Am I the only one? Check this out and let me know.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 14, Lilly, 12, Adam, 12, and Jonah, 8.