“Be a Mother who is committed to loving her children into standing on higher ground than the environment surrounding them. Mothers are endowed with a love that is unlike any other love on the face of the earth.” ― Marjorie Pay Hinckley
I’ve always been fascinated with mothers. Whether it’s the mother Robin sitting atop her nest of eggs in the early spring or the human mother working her way through the grocery store, with a screaming toddler dragging on the floor holding onto her leg and a baby in a carrier in the cart, I see them and feel deep empathy. I’ve been there.
Well, technically, I’ve never sat on eggs in a nest, but I’ve certainly experienced pre-eclampsia and months of bed rest before my first son was born. And I’ve definitely experienced being the mom with not one, but two toddlers and a baby, trying to manage the grocery shopping. Being a mom is HARD.
I often wonder why we don’t have training classes, or a mandatory first aid course (especially for moms of three boys), or intense instruction on the art of stretching a pound of beef for five people for several days. I know I certainly could have used them.
Now, I’ve been a mom for 16 and a half years, and though I’ve figured a few things out, every time I feel like I’ve learned something, everything changes again. But that is part of the wonderful part of being a parent, right? We never know what to expect except change. And change is good.
The one thing I think I’ve been learning, which remains the same, is that a mom has to take care of herself. Nurturing comes easy, I think, when it comes to taking care of everyone else, but at the end of the (long) days, the caregiver needs care, too.
Mother’s Day is coming up this weekend in the US, and it’s one of my favorite days of the year, but not because of the obvious reasons. Yes, I love the handmade gifts and cards and thoughtful hugs, but the best part, to me, is getting to be with those I love. It’s a day when I’m not running four loads of laundry and washing dishes and managing the twenty-five chores that need to be done at once, but a time to really stop and allow my heart to fill with the blessings I’ve been given. Namely, my three sons.
This year, I’m being purposeful about getting photographs (a tradition here) of us together, but also finding ways to appreciate those in my life, and ways to care for myself in the coming year, as well. More painting, more writing, more photography and music — more time in the garden, and in the backyard, and time with dear friends.
Moms help make the world a better place, every day. Mothers love.
Happy Mother’s Day!