RTree salutes the heart and soul of the family … moms…

Recently, I was asked the seemingly straightforward question, “why being a mom was special to me?” Before I continue, I have to give you a bit of insight into myself; I’m a writer, and words have always come easily to me. So, you can imagine my surprise when I went to answer, and I found myself unable to put a sentence together.

How could this be? I’ve been a mom for almost eighteen years and have four incredible children, so it should be the easiest question in the world to answer. The truth is, it is, and it isn’t. I’m harkened back to the wise words of one green ogre, “being a mom is like an onion; it’s full of layers.” The complexities of raising actual human beings go far deeper than I could ever have imagined the day I found out we were expecting our first daughter.

You see, back then, it was all new and exciting. Yes, the sleep deprivation was real (although it would be my first son who would break me for lack of sleep), but back then, if you had asked me this question, I would have said, “Having the opportunity to watch as they discover the world and knowing I created such a perfect little person.”

Right before my daughter’s first birthday, we found out we were pregnant again, and we were thrilled. However, this pregnancy wasn’t meant to be, and our angel baby went home to the Lord. Being a mom at that moment was special because of the connection I shared with my little one, which I would hold close to my heart forever.

Fast forward three years to the birth of my second daughter, and things changed again. As an only child who always wanted a sibling, having multiple children was important to me and a completely new experience. Watching how they interacted with each other and the dynamics between them was fascinating, and although it was undoubtedly more work, I loved every second (well, ALMOST every second.) If you had asked me then why being a mom was special, I would have said the privilege of raising two decisively different people and discovering how siblings interact.

The birth of my third child, a son, peeled away yet another layer of my onion. I had always wanted a son, and this was a dream come true. Holding him for the first time and seeing the love in his sister’s eyes was surreal, but it came with a sense of responsibility that caught me off-guard. I knew it was my job to raise him as an honorable man with strong values, integrity, and faith. He would look after his sisters and one day lead his family, a role that would have generational implications. A sense of somber duty formed within me that day, and I knew I had a fantastic burden ahead of me, one I cherished and felt completely unqualified for. Being a mom in those days was special because I was beginning to realize how instrumental my role was in determining not only my children’s futures but generations to come.

Finding out I was pregnant with my youngest son ten months later was a total surprise. He was unplanned but a blessing non the less. By then, I had settled into my role, and once the shock wore off, I couldn’t wait to give my son a brother. This precious, tender-hearted boy completed our family, and my heart was full, a feeling that brought a sense of peace.

So, with all that being said, why is being a mom special to me? It’s special because I get to raise four unique individuals who I love with every measure of my being. I am theirs, and they are mine, and nothing will ever change that. Yes, some days are hard, but that makes the years more precious. I can say unequivocally being a mom is the greatest honor I have ever and will ever experience, and I thank God every day he gave me this opportunity.

Stacy Miller

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