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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

I'M SUCH A MOM
Something happens to a woman when she becomes a mom. She becomes so much more than she ever thought she could be. Now I'm not fond of cooking but my baby girl was coming home on Sunday night so I went on a cooking spree this past week: homemade cherry pie, strawberry pie, fresh corn on the cob to cook. I went grocery shopping and planned to cook all her favorite things. Her fiance, Mark, got sick with the flu on Monday so I was hovering, waiting for him to need something. I worried about whether or not the upstairs rooms were cool enough for them. I've wanted to make sure they're having a good time. I took care of Parker so they could go to their concert, took him for walks and worried about whether or not he would eat without her (he did).

I don't sleep well until they're back in the house at night. I think it's payback for all the times I didn't think about my parents worrying. But friends, she's 33 and our boy is 35! Do we ever let them be and quit worrying? I don't think so. A mom's ears are tuned to her kids' voices, footsteps, needs. What is up with that? You think it ever changes?
Colleen Coble  
posted at 6:47 AM  
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At 8:55 AM, Blogger Gracie said...

Nope, mother's worries for their kids never changes. I'm not a mom, so I can't explain why this is, but I've testified to it with my Mom. And I enjoy Mom's "mothering" because it's her act of love to me.

P.S. Strawberry pie???

 
At 8:56 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I make a MEAN strawberry pie, Gracie. LOL I even make the sauce that goes over the berries.

 
At 10:44 AM, Blogger Jaime said...

No, it never changes. I work 4 blocks away from my house (literally) and my Mom calls me on a bad snowy day to advise me to watch for ice and drive carefully....4 blocks. I love it though. Gives me warm fuzzies and makes me feel precious and loved. Funny how THAT changes from when you're a teenager and all the hovering is annoying. :)
Colleen, you sound like an awesome mom!! :)

 
At 11:02 AM, Blogger Deena said...

Hmmmmmmmmm...nope! My mom passed at age 78, and I was 43, my hubby 49, and she still fluttered and fussed over us any time we were together...or on the phone!

Sooooo, since we're not that far apart in age Colleen....wanna be my fussy, caring big sis??? LOL!! I LOVE strawberry pie:-) And books...written by YOU!!

 
At 11:03 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I thought I already WAS your big sister, fussing over you, Deena. LOL

 
At 11:45 AM, Blogger Megan DiMaria said...

I once sat at a luncheon table with a lady who was 91 years old. She told me she worries about her son who is 66-years-old!

Goodness! It never ends, does it??

A prisoner of hope,
Megan

 
At 11:56 AM, Blogger hotcoffeenow said...

I hope it never ends! If I ever stopped worrying about my kids, no matter their age, I would be concerned about myself, lol.

Several years ago DH contracted menengitis and encephalitis and spent weeks in the hospital. His mother was across the country on a vacation and apologized for calling me so much to check up on him (I told her she didn't need to come back here, because there was nothing she could do, really). I told her that was nonsense, and to call whenever she felt like it because no matter how old he was, he was still her baby. I plan on thinking the same about my 'babies'.

cheryl

 
At 4:00 PM, Blogger Malia Spencer said...

My mom will always be mom. If someone is sick or hurt, or even out 10 minutes past when they say they will be home, she's worrying. Keep in mind her "babies" are 25 (sister) and (me) 28!

Right now she's worrying and fussing over me due to a badly sprained ankle. Her self-appointed mission is to make sure the following don't kill me or injure me further: dog who jumps on everyone, two story house with narrow stairs and crutches. I'm not sure which is more dangerous to my health at the moment. :)

 
At 7:56 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

I think the worries actually increase, because as the years go by there are more family members about whom you can worry.

For example, when I was in my early twenties, my grandmother lived with my family. I was dating my husband at the time and so we would go on dates together. My parents didn't worry, but I would walk in the door, and if I was more than 10 minutes late my grandmother would breathe a sigh of relief and tell me she'd been praying and worrying for me the entire time. I got in the habit of calling home, not for my parents' sake but for my grandma's because I knew she'd be worrying.

Grandma's gone now, and my mother is far from old, but I see the transformation beginning. She's gearing up to be a grandma someday (not making an announcement or anything, but she can hope).

If she's becoming grandma, I guess that means I'm becoming her...

 
At 7:57 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I LOVE that story, Sarah! If I had to turn into someone else, I'd pick my mom or grandma.

 
At 8:22 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

Yah, but it's still kind-of scary, isn't it? I mean, even when I look at my hands, I think "these used to be mom's hands," and she swears her hands are how grandma's used to look.

Mom already claims she gave a portion of her brain to each child she gave birth to, but now it's like I'm slowly stealing her appearance too....

Could we come up with some kind of sci/fi book about that I wonder...? :)

 
At 8:33 PM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

LOL - NO, we don't! My youngest is 31 and the oldest is never mind. :) The eldest lives is TX.

They went riding on the motorcycles - met up in Arkansas, taking our 12 & 14 y.o. grands along.

Do you think I slept until the "baby" got home? Noe on your life. Sheesh.

My 90 y.o. mil seems to manage, but I suppose by the time your son is 64 you learn to quit worrying.
By then all your worry about is misplacing your teeth. LOL

 
At 10:09 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

That's EXACTLY what I think when I look at my hands, Sarah!

Ane, I think I'm going to still be fussing about my kids when I'm 90.

 
At 2:17 AM, Blogger Anna Marie said...

You don't even have to my mother's child, for her to worry over you!
She'll worry over anybody! ha,ha.
She's really sweet that way.

I never had strawberry pie, I'll have to make one, sometime. :) yum!

 
At 8:24 AM, Blogger Lisa Jordan said...

My mother is almost 60 and still fusses over the three of us. We're all married with children of our own, so that simply gives her more people to fuss and pray over. I cherish the prayers. :-)

I hear you about having your mother's hands. I have my mother's hands and feet. I'd prefer less painful ones, thank you very much. :-)

 
At 11:13 AM, Blogger Deena said...

Since my dr. diagnosed me with arthritis, my kids tell me I have "Grandma's hands"! And they don't mean that in a GOOD way:-)

My hubby's mom always said she worried more as a mom when the kids were out on their own because when they were home, she pretty much knew what they were doing, who they were with, and when they would be home (I say pretty much, because my hubby also told me his GROWING UP stories;-)

When they left, she had to wonder and pray--HARD! I married into such a 'wild bunch' LOL!! Dave would be Sheriff Matt Dillon (with a pony tail and a Harley) and I would be Miss Kitty--but he made an honest woman out of me FIRST:-)

 
At 4:29 PM, Blogger Courtney Walsh said...

Oh no! Don't tell me it never changes! lol - I've been up all night three times this week with a teething baby... surely, surely I won't suffer insomnia when they're in their 30's? Right?

Your pie sounds YUMMY! :) Lucky kids you have!!

 

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