What is it about this day in my 10 years of being a 'mother' that has left me dreading it more often than not. I've thought about how I (someone who is surrounded by four healthy and beautiful children), could wake feeling melancholy~ maybe even a bit upset by what day it is... Why?
Perhaps it is because I'm thinking of my friend who never did become a mother. A faithful church-goer on all days (except this one).
Perhaps it is because I am remembering my dear Auntie who dreamed of being a mother~ but never heard anyone call her by that name~ and she confided in me once how sad that made her.
Perhaps it's because I am thinking of my dear friend (with no children that people see) who desperately longs to be a "mother" (as defined by the world).
What if we were able to change that definition...
What's in the name "Mother."
When I think of mother the words that come to mind are not nouns, but verbs~
One who loves.
One who cares.
One who heals.
One who teaches.
One who hugs.
One who puts others before herself because there is someone out there who needs her to... in that time... in that moment.
What if we looked at Mother as not just someone who had a baby emerge from her womb and then raised that child, but one who loved bigger than herself. For isn't that what a mother does?
Thinking of the women (and men) out there who are hurting or perhaps thinking that this holiday isn't for them. Think again. Maybe it is.
Wishing the mother who delivered and mothered me and all the other 'mothers' out there who have loved me a peaceful day. You are remarkable. You are a mother.
Happy Mothering Day~