Monday, May 13, 2013
At first it was me, then hubby, then Rocco. Gosh, I get so paranoid every time Rocco is hit even with a simple cough or cold. This time, it was worse. He was vomiting, had diarrhea, wouldn't eat nor drink fluids.
I was helpless.
And I badly wanted my MAMA to be here.
I guess that's the best description I can give my Mama. She's my lifesaver, my angel, the one person who will always help me out, my protector, my shield, and the list goes on and on. I knew if she was here, everything would be easier.
Mama and I don't see each other often but I make it a point to call her regularly. I know she appreciates it so much, the same way I would surely feel if Rocco would check on me when he's all grown up.
I guess even if I am a parent myself, I still long for those days when Mama would be the one to take care of me.
Of course now it's different. I have this young boy who looks up to me the way I look up to my own mom. He thinks of me as his angel, protector, consoler, playmate, and the list goes on. I have to live up to those expectations but I know it will come naturally. I am made to be a mama. I thrive in this, and it's what makes me happiest.
Happy Mother's Day to all the rocking moms in the whole world!