It’s Mother’s Day. The day that we honor our mothers, as we should. I feel it in all directions – I am a mother, a daughter whose mother passed away ten months ago, and a teacher who had to think of the mothers of children in my class. (What can we make with handprints this year?)
This Mother’s Day it is rainy. How apt. I miss my mother, yet I am so grateful that I had her for 55 years. On this day last year, we were together. We had many wonderful times, and a few challenges here and there. In my deepest heart I thank her for all of it, and I like to think that she knows that and is smiling down on me.
I think of my own daughters; have I been a good mother to them? Sometimes I feel like I am the wayward child and they are guiding me through life. They are so much smarter than I ever was, so gifted and beautiful. If I accomplish nothing else in this crazy life, my two daughters are my shining legacy. You’re welcome, world!
Motherhood is such a journey – from pregnancy through childhood, watching them leave the nest, and beyond. I have remained close to my children and I try hard to keep the connection strong. But I know some are not so lucky. I know moms who have lost their child too early, moms whose children choose not to speak to them, moms whose own struggles have been so tough that they could not parent.
My eldest daughter is craving motherhood soon, having recently married a great guy, now her ovaries are screaming at her, “It’s time!” Maybe this time next year I will be a grandmother, and thus the cycle continues.
I have no profundity to share, just a quiet gratitude for the gifts I have been given and a sincere wish for a joyous day for all the moms I know – even the dads and grandparents and others who don’t have that label but certainly have the job.
May chocolate, flowers, and champagne rain down on all of us!