Seven years. I have been a mother for seven years. (Yes, I count the first ten months when Big Girl was hanging out inside of me.)
Being a mother has changed me completely. It has made me less selfish and more accepting. More fearless but also more terrified — for my kids, for their health, for their happiness. More in love with their father, who blows me away with his own selfless, sweet ways. It has made me happier. All I need to do is open my eyes and I want to smile. They wake up joyously and make me appreciate how lucky I am to have them in my life.
Being a mother also gives me insight into my own mother’s mothering — how hard she had it. How beautifully she navigated the waters as a widow, keeping us all together, fed, clothed and motivated. How selfless she was, working several jobs, giving up her 30s — a pretty fun decade over this way — to concentrate solely on raising all three of us. Her work and dedication is nothing short of miraculous.
So on this Mother’s Day — which I acknowledge is a completely made-up holiday designed to inspire consumerism — I still have to thank my mother and my babies for making me who I am today. Thanks, girls. You’re the best.
Back to our regularly scheduled blog on Monday! Hope you have a good weekend!