You Are My Mother
Friday, 31 October 2008When my little brother was young, I read Are You My Mother? to him so many times that we had it memorized. It’s the story of a baby bird on a mission to find his mother. (She left the nest briefly to find food since the egg was about to hatch.) He comes earlier than expected, jumps out of the nest, and questions everyone from a kitten to a tugboat, “Are you my mother?”. (Stop reading now if you don’t want to know the ending.) An obliging bulldozer returns the birdie to its nest just in time for the mother’s return. He immediately realizes who she is, snuggling under her wing and announcing, “You are my mother!”
Tate has finally reached the stage where we can read together, meaning that he doesn’t try to eat the book as soon as I open it up. I still have to go pretty quickly to match his short attention span, but it’s great! So sweet to have my active little guy sitting on my lap, listening to my voice and looking at the pictures, and of course this book is one of our favorites.
He’s been experiencing separation anxiety for the last couple of months, right on schedule according to all the parenting books. It’s frustrating when he’s so clingy, but there’s also part of me that feels a little honored by his devotion. I realized that it really makes me feel like a mom. Not that all the other parts of motherhood haven’t been significant, or that I haven’t already felt bonded to my child. But somehow, the fact that he wants me, only me, makes it seem more real. My baby bird knows that I am his mother!
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After working at MagnetStreet for 7 years, I'm now a stay-at-home mom to my son Tate. I love my new life, but as a firstborn raising my firstborn, I tend to over-analyze most things. Join me as I try to figure it all out!
