The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of back to back major events that have basically had me running around like a chicken with its head cut off. From coming back from Atlanta, to back to school, to back to work, to Eid (pics above!) – I do not think I have had a chance to breathe in peace. There’s a million to do lists floating around all over my house. I almost want to throw them into one big bonfire because the back burner is already overflowing.
I think everyone has such crazy chaotic periods from time to time. And my one savior for the past two weeks has been my mom. I made the excellent choice of bringing my mom with me from Atlanta and her help the past two weeks could not have been replaced with any other assistance in the world.
Moms post motherhood have an even more special place in your heart because they are the only person who TRULY get what you’re going through. And you start to realize what a handful you must have been your whole life too. These deeper connections have opened up a whole new level of love and understanding between my mother and I, when I had thought that our relationship couldn’t possibly get any better than where it was.
I love seeing her in a grandma role and I love seeing the way she adores every little habit of my girl squad. She is their ultimate friend, confidence booster, spoiler (is that a word? it should be). In her eyes, the girls can do no wrong. They are the single most precious and beautiful thing in the entire world. And her feelings towards them exude out of her with such radiance, that I can see how much my daughters shine when they are around her.
I’ve thought a lot about this. Grandparents are so essential for the well-being and healthy emotional development of a young child. Aside from the obvious family values that they instill, and learning to respect multiple elders, etc., they offer one more amazing incentive: unconditional love and adoration of your child.
As much as parents do unconditionally love their children – we don’t necessarily get to show it all the time. We have to also be the disciplinarians, the strict ones, the ones who establish routines and rules and limits for our tots. We have to punish them, explain things to them, break up the arguments, admonish them and often force them to do things that they hate — like eating spinach or washing your hands WITH SOAP after using the toilet. God forbid.
Anyway, grandparents don’t have to do all that. While we have to be the bad guy every now and then, while we are critical of their behavior every now and then – grandparents aren’t. They simply adore them. And kids need that kind of love too. They need that reassurance that they are valuable, special, worthy of being adored, cherished, and that their tiniest of preferences and accomplishments are guaranteed to be cherished and appreciated by at least someone in the world. Grandparents are the rock of love and support that they can lean on for the rest of their lives.
So while the past two weeks have been hectic for me and I haven’t been able to give the girls the quality time and attention they deserve – I’m so glad my mom was here to fill the void. And although she isn’t around during the entire year, we are fortunate that Faris’s parents are close by and that consistent force of love in our children’s lives.
I know I sing a lot about the glory of grandparents – but it’s because I see on a daily basis how amazing this relationship is! This blog post is a tribute to both the grandmas that brighten up my girl squad’s lives and especially to my mom who always leaves me apologizing that she couldn’t do more to help me out, but doesn’t know that the amount of love she poured into my children’s hearts is more than and better than any other help I could ever ask for. <3