The Joys of Motherhood

"Why Do You Love Motherhood?"
We asked. You answered. 

Why do you love being a mother? Why do you love your children, of any age or stage? 

Read the answers of Momscape moms. Then share your own inspirational stories by sending your comments to We'll post your contributions online. 

From Abby
As I read the comments of others mothers I cried. The joy and love I feel being a mother is indescribable at times. I have two children: I am a stepmother to a 19-year old daughter, who has been a part of my life for the last 15 years. I also have a son who is 9 years old. 

I have always felt the most important job in the world was to help children grow, discover, love and learn how to live in this world that is both amazing and alarming. 

Everyday is an adventure in which I want my children to discover life and how to help one another as well as  themselves. I thank God everyday for this opportunity to make a difference in their lives and what a difference they make in mine. We are all teachers and we are all students. As I teach my children to grow up, they teach me how to keep those childlike qualities that make us all alive and free and ready for the next adventure. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to let everyone know how blessed it is to have the role as a mother. 

From Leslie
As a fairly new single mom, I love the fact that there is only the truth and what's in front of them. Being a mother forces you to live in the present moment. Learning the true meaning of unconditional love. The mysteries, the surprises. Being greeted when you walk in the door from work every day with such joy and excitement. Being a mother challenges you in every way, it brings you to your edge, it tests your strength, courage and patience. It takes you to your edge and builds strength. It allows to be a child again in moments. It allows you to appreciate the simple things in life. It allows you to laugh more and not take yourself so seriously. Being a mother reminds you of who you are in the eyes of the beholder. It's magical and humbling. 

From Susie Glennan:
I love having kids old enough to talk with.
I love it when my son, at age 12, kisses me goodbye even though other kids are there. (This makes me so proud because I know he loves me more than he cares about what others think.)
I love when I'm crying and my 15-year-old comes up behind me and hugs me like I'm the child.
I love when my 10-year-old speaks about something that's on her mind. She's so amazing!
I love when we all sit around together talking about old times, new times, what we want out of life.
I'm amazed when my children come to me with revelations about God and who He is.

I love the teen years, which astound so many. I'm reliving joys, pains, new experiences with my children.
I love when they ask me what I did when... I usually haven't much of an answer because I am never sure what the right thing to do is, but I give my thoughts and they go away thinking. They usually come up with a great solution!

This is why I'm selling my company. Because I realized this past year and a half of owning The Busy Woman's Daily Planner, what matters most. And that's my motto, "Making time for what matters most, God, Family, Friends, Fun!" So now I'm getting back to them, my children.

From D. Schuster, Ohio
I love being a mom because
every time I hear the words, "I wuv you, too," I  know they are heart felt. 
I have that special time after both of my sons have fallen asleep to sit outside their bedrooms and just listen to them snore.
I know that I am doing a good job when the 3 year old tries to read to the 1-1/2 year old.
I get a chance to fold the little clothes and pick up the toys, even though my heart breaks every time I have to pack something away, or give it away because it no longer fits or "it's a baby toy, mom."
From Alice, creator of "Slices of Sunlight, A Cookbook of Memories"
"Motherhood: What I Love and Have Tragically Learned"
I love the soft faces of my children, their hugs and smiles.
I love the times they question and I can answer and we
are able to discuss on deep levels although they are only 3, 4 and 10 in ages. I love their creativity even though it means a messy kitchen table with strips of cut-outs and glue. I love their discoveries and enthusiasm for learning. I love their generosity. I love when they are able to forgive and forget. 
Tragically, all of my 'motherly joy' for being with my three children is clouded these days. It is not the same innocent joy as three years ago. Now it is tinted with an awareness that can only come since the death of a child. In a second's time, I have seen innocence vanish as pain ravishes.
What have I learned since the last time I held my four year-old, Daniel, who died after cancer treatments in 1997? Time is not to be wasted. Today is a day to embrace. I say "I love you" more often. I know there are no guarantees that we will have tomorrow together.

I know now how deep a mother's love for a child is.  It is so vast that when a child dies, the hole in a  mother's heart is never filled again.  

From DeAnna, in Maine
Why do I love being a mom? I don't even know where to begin. First, knowing that my children are healthy, happy, safe, fed, warm, and definitely loved; that they were conceived out of love; seeing my son's eyes light up when Daddy walks in the room; hearing his giggles when he's being tickled; listening to my baby girl's laughter and her mocking cough when I do; her toothless grin; our nightly ritual which Mommy and Daddy each do and our son repeats each sentence, which begins with us saying, "I love you, very much, whole bunchins, lots and lots, sweet dreams, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, see you in the morning, night night babe." Then we each give kisses, one on each cheek, the nose, and forehead, rub noses and big hugs. It's the little things, which are big things to us that mean the most, like when our son climbs in bed with us to say good morning, an "I love you" just because, hugs and kisses, and knowing that Mommy and Daddy can make the hurt go away just by kissing the boo-boo. Our children are the greatest joy in life, and nothing else in this world compares. 

From Joy
I love waking up to a warm-puppy bundle, wiggling over to my side of the bed and hearing her breathlessly whispering "You looked like you needed to snuggle."

I love how the baby has learned to take my face in her little hands and plant a wet kiss on the bridge of my nose.

I love to watch my daughters cuddle under a blanket while the older "reads" to the younger.

I almost didn't have children, thinking that I was too career-oriented to spare the time and dedication. How grateful I am to God for allowing me to change my mind! I can't imagine a day without these beautiful gifts - yes, even when the baby tries to flush my new shoes down the toilet or my oldest daughter chooses a stranger in the grocery store to hear her story about falling in the catbox!

From Shannon of ScrapIts Premade Scrapbook Pages
There are sooo many wonderful things about being a mother, I could not list them all here. But one of the most amazing things about being a mother is seeing my children love each other. My heart swells when I see my eight-year-old son comfort his younger brother when he has fallen off his bike. And one of my youngest daughters first words was her older brother's name. Her eyes light up when she sees him and she says, "K.C.!" with a big grin on her face. That almost  makes up for the times that they fight!

From Heide K.
The other day at work - I work at a family daycare - I was playing with a six-month-old baby, while our preschoolers were all napping. The baby was so utterly content and happy, just because he loved playing with my bright red fingernails. He was squealing with delight, batting at my big hands with his little hands, ever so often trying to chew on them. These kind of moments are the most healing kinds for any troubled mind. A baby is the ultimate expression of God! As I am writing this, very early in the morning my 2 1/2 year old son is sleeping on the couch beside me. He is a very rambunctious toddler, but for every temper tantrum he throws, I thank God that my son is so healthy and well-developed. I also have three teenage girls, who present a whole different set of experiences for me. I just cannot imagine life without children, and I feel sorry for people who make the conscious choice to remain childless. They have no idea what they re depriving themselves of!

From Cissy
What I love about my son...
1.) His gum smile.
2.) His eagerness to grow and learn fast.
3.) The way he loves to taste everything, including aerials.
4.) His tiny feet.
5.) His eagerness to try new food.
The list is endless......

From Donna Schwartz Mills
1. Our little rituals -- Like dancing together to the songs on "Dragon Tales," and telling her my little secret each night before she goes to sleep:
 "I know, I know. You love me."
 "That's right. Isn't that a good secret?"
 "But I know that secret!" She sounds exasperated, but she's got that little smile on, so I know she isn't really tired of hearing my secret.

2. If I weren't a mom, I wouldn't know how good the pizza really is at Chuck E Cheese. Nor would I know the joys of the Animaniacs and Hysteria, which are in the tradition of the classics (you know, Bugs, Porky and Daffy).

3. I enjoy puffing up with pride when she translates Korean in her Tae Kwon Do class.

4. Speaking of that white karate uniform, I finally understand why there are so many different varieties of laundry additives in the supermarket and I think now I've used them all...and in a sick kind of way, successfully removing a difficult stain is kind of fun. 
5. I love the fact that I can sing her old Beatles songs and show tunes and she actually enjoys it.

6. Our refrigerator is now put to better use as a display of our daughter's artwork.

7. I now amaze my friends and family by my ability to recite the collected works of Dr. Seuss.

8. That empty feeling I used to have when I wondered what I was doing on this earth is now gone. I have my answer and I've never been happier.