Since today is Mother’s Day, I’ve been thinking a lot about what being a mom means to me. And being me, I like to write things down, it helps me organize and clear my mind. These are my musings on motherhood.
Being a mom means that I have been blessed and trusted with three amazing daughters to care for and raise. I get to watch them grow and guide them. I get to kiss their boo boos and help them up and encourage them to try again. I get to experience their pains and their achievements. I also have the responsibility of raising them to be the best they can be, to be happy, to be themselves, to leave the world better than they found it.
Being a mom means that, for reasons I will never know on Earth, my second child was born much too early, into the arms of Jesus. I miss him every day but I am comforted to know that one day, when my work on Earth is complete, I will finally get to kiss his face and dance with him in my arms.
Being a mom means that no matter what, I must press on and keep going, because there are little ones who need me. This is actually a positive thing. Most days are very good, but some days are very hard…but I am able to keep going through everything and get out of bed every day because I have children who need me, and I would do anything for them.
Being a mom means that I have experienced the miracle of a child growing inside of me, of giving birth, of nursing, of feeling and watching my child breathe, their heart beat, their little hand curl around my finger. As a parent I can’t imagine not believing in God, or not valuing every single life. Every part of every life is an absolute miracle. Don’t waste it, and don’t forget to see the miracle in every other human being. God gave life to us ALL. Choose to see the miracle.
Being a mom means that my children are growing. The hardest part for me is letting go. My baby will be in K-readiness in the fall. My oldest will be going away to college in 6 years (or less). I am not ready. I will never be ready. My heart is walking around outside my body, and one day it will fly away from me, and it will hurt, a lot…but that is a mother’s job. It is the hardest and most amazing job to have.
Being a mom has always been wonderful but has not always been easy. I was a single mom for over 4 years. I have a daughter with autism. I have had to leave my precious tiny babies with other caregivers to go back to work to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. But I have also watched them sleep, been hugged countless times, watched them achieve the impossible, been a part of every day of their lives and been told I am the best mom ever.
Today my miracles gave me the gifts they had made for me at school…from A a plant in a pot she made and “mom” candle holders she made. From M a clay heart necklace she made and a card she made and wrote all by herself. From K a coupon book and a card that made me cry. In this card she said some amazingly wonderful things including that she hopes if she ever has kids that she is as good a mom as I am to her and her sisters. Isn’t that what every mother really wants to be? Someone for her children to look up to and aspire to be like? As much as I feel like I am doing it all wrong, I must be doing something right.
Being a mom, above all, means that I am blessed.