Thoughts about Mother's Day
The women who rocked you, changed your diapers, taught you to eat, to speak, to be confident. The ones who combed your hair, who sang you to sleep, who bandaged up war wounds. The ones who dried your tears, wiped your nose on their sleeves, and made doctors appointments. The ladies who empathized with you, criticized wrong choices, disciplined behaviour and supported you. The strong souls you look up to, the ones who gave you life, who shaped you into who you are, and love you more than anyone else in the world could imagine.
You grow up with your mom. She has known you in every stage of your life. Watched you succeed, fail, be heart broken, be in love, grow up. Against every fibre of her being, when her heart was screaming out to you, she let you spread your wings; gain independence.
January 25, 2013, my notions on mother's day....on moms....on parenthood: they all changed. There in my arms was the most precious thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Someone who was a perfect mix of me and the person I have chosen to walk through life with. In that moment I thought "wow...how lucky am I? How perfect is my life? How amazing is the gift of this life?" I couldn't even verbalize all of the feelings and emotions the first time I locked eyes with him. With Garett. With my first born. With my heart outside of my body. With my reason for existence; my everything. So instead of trying to verbalize how becoming a mom really felt, I chose to repeat "You are perfect. You are so loved. You are perfect," because only a mother truly knows that the second that baby has arrived, it is no longer about how you feel, but about the moments you can show that little being how truly blessed you are to have them in your life. How appreciated , loved and perfect they are in your eyes.
On Garett's nursery wall, we had put up a decal that said "Your first breath took mine away." When we put it up, I knew it was the proper sentiment. I had no idea what that feeling would be, but I knew it would be accurate when the time came. Boy, how right was I?
Garett made me a mommy. No one else on this planet can say that about me. He has turned mothers day into a sort of Christmas--where there is magic, but only the people that are in on the secret know what it's really about. We gift our mothers with chocolate and flowers and presents, trying to say thank you. But the day is really about the person who calls me mommy. For the day would hold no significance to me as an adult if it were not for him.
My first born child has taught me so much. I thought I knew the capacity of a heart to love, until I met him. I thought I knew what it meant to have faith, to be spiritual, to be happy. I thought I knew all of the answers. I thought I was ready. I thought, I thought, I thought. You can THINK all you want, but until you FEEL motherhood, it is unexplored territory.
So spend the day with your children. Don't escape them for the day for much needed and deserved mommy time. Instead, talk to them, share stories with them, bond with them. Because if it weren't for them, this day wouldn't matter.
Happy mother's day to all the beautiful, strong momma's I know!
And to mine. The woman who showed me how to be a good mommy when my turn arrived.
You grow up with your mom. She has known you in every stage of your life. Watched you succeed, fail, be heart broken, be in love, grow up. Against every fibre of her being, when her heart was screaming out to you, she let you spread your wings; gain independence.
January 25, 2013, my notions on mother's day....on moms....on parenthood: they all changed. There in my arms was the most precious thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Someone who was a perfect mix of me and the person I have chosen to walk through life with. In that moment I thought "wow...how lucky am I? How perfect is my life? How amazing is the gift of this life?" I couldn't even verbalize all of the feelings and emotions the first time I locked eyes with him. With Garett. With my first born. With my heart outside of my body. With my reason for existence; my everything. So instead of trying to verbalize how becoming a mom really felt, I chose to repeat "You are perfect. You are so loved. You are perfect," because only a mother truly knows that the second that baby has arrived, it is no longer about how you feel, but about the moments you can show that little being how truly blessed you are to have them in your life. How appreciated , loved and perfect they are in your eyes.
On Garett's nursery wall, we had put up a decal that said "Your first breath took mine away." When we put it up, I knew it was the proper sentiment. I had no idea what that feeling would be, but I knew it would be accurate when the time came. Boy, how right was I?
Garett made me a mommy. No one else on this planet can say that about me. He has turned mothers day into a sort of Christmas--where there is magic, but only the people that are in on the secret know what it's really about. We gift our mothers with chocolate and flowers and presents, trying to say thank you. But the day is really about the person who calls me mommy. For the day would hold no significance to me as an adult if it were not for him.
My first born child has taught me so much. I thought I knew the capacity of a heart to love, until I met him. I thought I knew what it meant to have faith, to be spiritual, to be happy. I thought I knew all of the answers. I thought I was ready. I thought, I thought, I thought. You can THINK all you want, but until you FEEL motherhood, it is unexplored territory.
So spend the day with your children. Don't escape them for the day for much needed and deserved mommy time. Instead, talk to them, share stories with them, bond with them. Because if it weren't for them, this day wouldn't matter.
Happy mother's day to all the beautiful, strong momma's I know!
And to mine. The woman who showed me how to be a good mommy when my turn arrived.
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