As a parent, I’ve always considered myself to be level-headed, rarely moved by emotional moments. However, since embracing motherhood, I find myself transformed into a sentimental wreck at the slightest trigger.
Just the other day, while jogging, I encountered a construction site, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted an enormous bulldozer with its lights flashing. Instinctively, I reached for my phone to capture the moment for my toddler, only to realize that his fascination with vehicles has long faded. That phase, where every truck and car was a source of joy, has vanished, and I felt tears welling up as I passed the bright yellow machine. It became evident that those carefree days of childhood excitement were behind us.
When I returned home, an email caught my attention from the education department regarding pre-K registration. As I read the message, I noticed the subject line featured my younger child’s birth year: 2014. My heart sank at the thought of my little one preparing for school. It’s astonishing how quickly time flies, and yes, the tears flowed freely from an automated notification.
There are countless moments that provoke unexpected tears, such as when my children discover tiny insects on the sidewalk and ask me to help them carry them home. I can’t help but feel emotional when they outgrow their cute baby words. I adored how my youngest would say “lemonade” as “lemalade” and my oldest as “yo-yurt.” Why can’t they just stay that way forever?
Every birthday celebration tugs at my heartstrings, regardless of whether it’s my child’s or someone else’s. Watching little ones blow out their candles is a moment of pure joy that leaves me misty-eyed. School performances, too, catch me off guard; witnessing my child’s awkward yet adorable turkey costume on stage fills me with pride and anxiety at the same time.
Old photographs can be overwhelming. I sometimes avoid the Timehop app because revisiting images of my kids, even the silly ones, stirs a wave of nostalgia. They change so quickly—just a year ago, their faces were so different, and the memories of them playing with their toys remind me of how fleeting childhood is. I often wish they could remain small forever.
Even scents can trigger unexpected emotions. I once caught a whiff of diaper cream while shopping, and it transported me back to those newborn days. It might seem silly, but that familiar scent left me in tears. I also find myself getting choked up during milestones, even those I eagerly anticipated. Tossing away the last diaper was bittersweet, and each time my children achieved a new milestone, such as sleeping through the night, I felt a mix of joy and sadness.
The first snowfall of the year or watching autumn leaves dance to the ground evokes a sense of wonder and beauty through my children’s eyes, making me emotional. Every little moment seems magnified, and I didn’t expect that motherhood would bring about such sensitivity.
As I reflect on my experiences, I realize how deeply I care for my children. The little things that touch my heart are reminders of the love I have for them. I embrace these feelings, even when they make me a bit of a sentimental mess. And as they grow older, I know I might embarrass them with my emotional nature, but that’s just part of the journey. Perhaps if they really want me to tone down my sentiments, they could simply stop growing up!
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In summary, my journey through motherhood has transformed me into an emotional being, where even the smallest moments can spark profound feelings. This new sensitivity allows me to appreciate the beauty of parenting while navigating the challenges that come with it.