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Moms: Their Insanity, Their Super-Powers and Their Blessings

“Mothers are all slightly insane.”
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

It’s true.

Once you’ve brought your bundle-of-joy home and realized that the temporary sleep adjustment period is really sleep deprivation with staying power– like, a few years staying power — you barely catch a few much needed ‘ZZZs before you find yourself entering the realm of unnatural attachments; your child’s affinity for a favorite toy, binky or blanket perhaps, turns well, ugly. Your little tike’s obsession usually rears it’s head for the first time, when you forget, it, which is usually on a very long car ride and it’s usually, way too late to turn around and go back for it after you finally realize what it is, that your child is convulsing over in their car seat. It, you quickly learn, is the one and only thing that can make long car rides enjoyable or absolute hell, lest you forget it. Shortly after this stage comes the era of repetition which could last for several years. Be it a word, a song, a story, a movie or all of the above, moms have heard it, sang it, told it, re-told it and watched it, over and over and over again, a zillion times, all before their little one has reached the ripe old age of five.

And that is only the beginning. Slightly insane is an understatement. 

Another truth: the myth that moms have super-powers, is not a myth.

There is a certain inexplicable, ESP-like knowing that comes with the insanity of motherhood that all moms possess in varying degrees.

My mother could see it in our eyes.

L – I – E, she would say, I see it right there in your eyes. Now, tell me the truth.

How could a kid argue with that? The jig was up and the truth was told. It’s all in the eyes and she also had eyes in the back of her head.

When my kids are in awe of, or aghast by, something I know that they thought was in their own little vault, I merely look at them and say,

Who am I?

Over the years, they’ve learned there is only one correct response to that question when I ask it.

 The Mama.

That’s right. I am, The Mama. They know it and The Mama, knows.

It’s true, mom’s just know things, especially when their kids need them. There’s an instinctive inner nagging that just doesn’t quit when one of my kids is in need.

It’s a super-power that comes with giving birth; a natural brain-radar for knowing or being in the right place at the right time with the right people for finding out. It never fades either. To this day, when I‘m upset or in need or retreating and trying to hide from the world for whatever reason, I can be certain of one thing: my mom will call or show up or find me in my darkest hour. And no matter how much grief I give her or how much I lean or unload on her, she is ALWAYS there for me — still.

At 74, she continues to be an amazing power of example.

When I count my blessings and I often do, the fact that she is still with me and such an integral part of my and my children’s lives is right up there with my children’s health. Being a mom is not only a blessing in my life, it is the biggest privilege of my life, an honor that I don’t take for granted and am constantly working to improve upon. Motherhood requires insane amounts of patience, understanding and perseverance and all too often, I find myself falling short or being short when what was really needed was a little more time or just an ear and not an opinion. The beauty of being a mom thankfully, is that it is a lifetime gig with a chance to do better tomorrow.

Children are adaptable, forgiving and full of surprising, heartwarming rewards.

Recently, it occurred to me, that every time I make dinner for my 13-year old son, he “thanks” me before leaving the table.

Thanks for dinner, mom.

And the other evening, my 11-year old daughter didn’t want me to spend too much money on knitting needles for her. Knitting needles! I know NOTHING about knitting. I bought them anyway.

“Oh mom, these needles are so beautiful – thank you!”


Making dinner for my son is a pleasure and I was spending money on my daughter’s new hobby and passion for knitting, not playing video games, KNITTING!

It can’t possibly get any better than that.

Here’s to moms EVERYWHERE, their insanity, their super-powers and their blessings!

  1. May 13, 2012 at 9:33 am

    You speak for mom’s everywhere Karen. You are blessed to still have your mom with you.


  2. May 13, 2012 at 9:39 am

    Thanks Karl! And yes, I am blessed.


  3. nana,
    May 14, 2012 at 11:39 am

    great blog Karen, l too am blessed with 2 great daughters and a son, and the blessing continues with our 7 grandchildren.


  4. singleworkingmomswm
    May 14, 2012 at 2:03 pm

    Yaaaaaay! Yes, here’s to all of the above, and especially to dinners with/for your son and Hannah’s knitting! AWESOME! Appreciating all that comes with being a mother makes the mother, herself, the best of the best. Uh-huh….that’s Y.O.U.! Great post, Karen. I just loooooove Mother’s Day. ♥♥


  5. May 14, 2012 at 4:52 pm

    I love it too, Kasey. Thanks so much for the kind words!!


  6. May 15, 2012 at 10:52 pm

    Knitting! Nothing beats it! Something about being able to absorb yourself in a pattern, leaving all else behind. Ancient monks had mantras. Zen Buddhists had Koans. We…have knitting.


    • May 16, 2012 at 7:12 am

      Thanks for stopping by and commenting Jennifer. I am thrilled I have a knitter in the house!


      • May 16, 2012 at 11:34 am

        yes! I must admit, I do not know that much about knitting. I learned once, and then did not continue enough to keep improving. But the way I feel about making jewelry and macrame is perhaps a bit similar to how knitters feel about knitting. In my mind 🙂


  7. May 18, 2012 at 10:52 am

    Hope you had a lovely Mothers Day!


    • May 18, 2012 at 3:36 pm

      Thank you! It was very lovely.


  8. May 19, 2012 at 11:59 pm

    A little insanity is a good thing!


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