A Mother's Day Series: Part 4

All women are not necessarily mothers but all women have certainly been mothered in some capacity.  I have met some women that are longing to be mothers, some who have no desire to ever mother, some who are heart-broken because they are not mothers, and some that are in the thick of mothering.

Without a doubt, being a mother is one of the greatest tasks I have ever been given.  I am proud of my accomplishments but I am not nearly as proud of them as I am of my love story with my husband and our daughter, Zoey.  My daughter is 21 months old and I beam with pride when I speak of her.  Being her mother will forever be one of my life’s greatest joys.  I love that I get to love her.

Before becoming a mother, I was warned of the baby-moon cloud that I would live on for the first few days, weeks, months even.  Those early days where you are high off of a billion hormones, completely content to gaze at a slumbering infant, proud as a peacock, dog tired, and totally in love.  Sometimes, even now, I still get that feeling which makes me wonder if baby-moon is really just a made up word for something that is beating in every mother’s heart.  A dizzy-head over heals-completely at a loss for words-high as a kite type love that spurs you on to love and nurture the children you have been given until kingdom come.

Before becoming a mother, I knew there would be hard days.  The 3rd straight going on forever shower-less days, spoons hurled in your face days, toddler kicks to the gut days, scraping oatmeal off the ceiling days, boycotted naps days, and I-think-my-kid-just-popped-a-blood-vessel-in-their-face-because-they-were-screaming-too-hard days.  And while these things may seem petty and small, sometimes petty and small things can be really hard to deal with.    
My own Mom has been my example and greatest inspiration in motherhood and I am grateful.  She has taught me how to be gentle and how to be firm.  She has taught me how to mother creatively.  She has taught me how to be courageous and let go, even when it is painful.  She has taught me generosity of heart.  

I am so glad to be the daughter of my mother and I am so glad to be the mother of my daughter.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there.  If you are in the trenches, may you find the strength to press on.  I am cheering from here.  Mothering is not for the faint of heart but it is good.  So good.  Remarkably good.