To my Mother on Mother's Day, May 12, 2013
Being a Mother is hard. It’s one of the hardest jobs in the world. The one that comes with lots of guilt, sleepless nights… first due to newborn cries, later due to worry and fear. Fear that we’re not doing this right. Do we hover? Not hover enough? Do we discipline too harshly or not enough? Did we show enough love and attention so that our children know how truly loved they are? Did we provide enough direction, or did we push too hard? Are the expectations we place upon ourselves and our children realistic? Did we say the right thing, do the right thing? We dissect the past, present and future. We sell ourselves lies and we know how to beat ourselves up. If only… If only we could find the right parenting books, the right tools, the wisdom and knowledge… but by the time you do- your children are practically grown. Being a Mother is a life-altering, 24/7 job… one that we ask for nothing really in return. Being a Mother is reserved for the strong. Being a Mother comes with joys but it comes with pain too.
Thank you for having me. For loving me, feeding me, sheltering, changing, clothing and supporting me. Thank you for trying your best (which is all we can do). Thank you for being my Mother.
I will always love you,
My Mother rocking Jude to sleep. Spring 2013