I am not an emotional mother.
Sure, I cried when they drew blood from my two-year-old who was miserable sick.
Oh, and I cried both times my kids were born and I heard their cry and saw them for the first time.
And I got angry when Natalie told me kids at school called her weird.
But most of the time I am not an emotional mother. I love to hear “I love you” and get sweet hugs and kisses, but they don’t make my heart “jump” or put a tear in my eye. It doesn’t break my heart to hear my baby crying. It stirs me to action, sure, but I have not struggled with letting the baby cry if she needs it.
Is that bad? Is that something that I should try to change?
Or is it just who I am?
I read other mother’s blogs and talk to other mothers who are constantly tearing up and getting choked up about their kids. They are reminiscing about “when they were tiny” and morning the passing baby years. I am not like that. I rejoice in each new accomplishment and look forward to each upcoming stage. While I enjoy the toddler years, I am reveling in the conversations of the preschool years. I don’t look back on the toddler years sadly, but with a fondness and appreciation while enjoying what has come and looking forward to what is coming.
In thinking on this today I wonder if there is any biblical principle to consider. I know that the Bible states multiple times how a mother’s instinct is to care for her children. I care for my children. I meet their every need and most of their wants. I give them good things. Perhaps the principle is that I should not be comparing myself to others. Hmmm.
My mother is an emotional mother. I love her for it. My friend Janna writes as an emotional mother. I love her for it. I am not an emotional mother.
Is that so wrong?
These two little girls are loved beyond measure, and told so regularly, hugged on, and kissed on, but I am not emotional.
Am I a less adept mother?
Or just a little too logical?
Goal Making Progress
1 month ago