Why "Noah's Mom?"

It is my chance for a fresh start--divine in 2009. That is how it is posted around our little South Jordan community. Maybe there is too much pressure in starting the New Year out perfectly. There are four piles of laundry on the bed, three waiting to be washed, a dry Christmas tree pleading to be retired, new planner pages needing to be put in a binder and information updated, a huge great dane that hovers in my personal space (I really don't mind, other than I am constantly tripping, no, getting knocked over by him) and one overwhelmed mom. I came down the stairs pondering my plight.  Noah saw me and said, "Mom, I love you." Still in my thoughts, I heard it, but didn't acknowledge.  I heard in a rather disgusted tone, "Mom when someone says 'I love you,' you say 'I love you' back."  Oh the wise words of Noah, of course you say "I love you!" back.

We decided against purchasing a game boy, but somehow Noah's brilliant mind and fidgeting fingers found the "Nick Jr." games on my computer. "Mom, mom, you are supposed to be cheering for me. I can't win if you don't cheer for me," and then in a very sing songy voice, "Mom, did you forget, your are not cheering again." What I am trying to say here, is that he is my step by step instruction guide on how to be a good "Noah's Mom."

I really believe that Noah is not only my greatest miracle, but my greatest teacher. He is going to lead me to be a master of my most favored title "Noah's Mom." There is no deed or accomplishment that compares to being his mother. It also means no matter how hard I try to be the very best mom to someone so deserving, I will come up short. The beautiful thing is, that when I make mistakes, Noah still loves me and thinks I am the best. He is patient and loving and keeps me smiling with his animated facial expressions.

For my first mother's day, Noah's dad wrote a story and titled it "Noah's Mom." The words were clever and written from Noah's perspective, accompanied by some darling pictures. Now he is 5 years old and I am a mother that gets to go on fieldtrips. While waiting in the library last month, one of his classmates tugged me on my shirt and said, "Hi, Noah's Mom." It was then and there that I discovered what it was that I really wanted to be when I grew up--Noah's Mom. I am Noah's Mom and that makes me blessed beyond words. Because I am Noah's Mom, he needs me...he needs me right now, "Mom, I need you to find the red marker." So, why Noah's Mom? See for yourself.

What I learned from Noah:  Being Noah's Mom is everything, I have ever hoped to become.