I have always jokingly called myself a “dog mom” and then bit my tongue when people respond with, “When you have real kids one day you’ll understand what it’s like to be a real mom.” Well, I have to say, I’m a little tired of that response.
I AM a real mom. Ask my dogs. Ask my friends. Ask MY mom. They will all tell you, I am a mom.
To me, a mom is someone that protects fiercely, worries constantly, teaches, guides, and nurtures daily, brags to anyone that will listen, and most of all loves unconditionally. If you do all of these things, you ARE a mom. The same way someone that adopts a child is a real mom or dad, I am a mom to my dogs.
Over the last week all of my dogs have come down with a mystery illness which is causing them to have rather upset tummies. I have gotten them checked out and gotten the proper medicine but all the vet can say is “they have an over abundance of bad bacteria” and can’t really tell me any more than that. Just like I suspect any mom would do, I’ve been racking my brain trying to think what could have caused it, what I did wrong, and just worrying in general about them.
Thankfully, I have seen a huge improvement since I got them started on meds and everyone seems to be back to normal but them all being sick is what prompted me to think a little more about the definition of “mom” and the fact that I absolutely am one.
I know that I will probably get bashed for this by some “real” mom’s out there and maybe when I do have “real” kids my feelings will be even stronger for them, but they’ll be the same feelings I already have for my dogs. It’s hard to imagine feeling any stronger though. Would I jump in front of a bus to save one of my dogs? You bet. Would I go hungry so they could eat? You know it. Would I do every single thing in my power to give them the best possible life? Absolutely, 100%, without a doubt, YES!