Mother’s Day has always had special meaning to me. The idea of celebrating a job so big on just one day is both absurd and beautiful. It feels as though when I was a child I recognized the enormity of being a mother, the selfless service, the patience, the love. My own mother is a tremendous example of all of these things, and I always felt that there were not enough gifts, nor enough time in a day, to adequately express gratitude for this. But now, as a mother myself on this day, I recognize, the gift is the love itself. The love of a child.
I’ve spent a lot of time these past few months, this past year, reflecting on my journey of motherhood. It hasn’t been easy in any sense of the word, and yet it has been absolutely miraculous. From the very moment of conception, to the labor of birth, to the years of sleepless nights and half asleep days, motherhood is hard. But then… the love. The tiny hand holding your finger, the head laid on your chest in complete surrender and comfort, the arms that would wrap around you twice if they could. The looks of joy, heartache, surprise, mischief. The words “mama”, and “I love you” spoken by a tiny voice. There is no greater love.
I’m feeling oh so grateful on this Mother’s Day. Grateful for the experience of being a mama. Grateful for my own mother who has shown me, led me by example of her grace. Grateful for all of the women who have mothered me in some way, and the women whom I have shared my journey of motherhood with. Grateful for my son, who made me a mama. And, grateful for the blessing of getting to do it all over again. 🙂 (That’s right! success!!)
This day is bittersweet for so many as we honor the women in our lives who live up to this title of “mother”. Many are here with us, many are not. Many embody this title in every way, yet remain childless. To these especially my heart is with you today. May hope and love always reside in your hearts. And if you are a woman who has ever nurtured anybody, in any way, celebrate yourself. Happy Mother’s Day to you.