Happy Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to every one of us who practices the verb, mother, whether you call yourself one or not. Mothering has been one of the most elusive and powerful endeavors of my life. One that is redefined almost daily, but in ways I rarely recognize consciously. It gives me strength to mother; it breaks me down to mother. It is the role that plays into my gemini constitution with such annoying accuracy that it sends me spinning into a Neverland far from the beloved Darling’s.
Mothering has given me an opportunity to take a fresh look on lifespan. To revisit what it means to begin, to meet newness. To witness fragility and vulnerability, to feel these things through a synergetic connection with my child. To feel the flutter of heartbreak but the necessity to demonstrate and nurture resilience. It reminds me that fear is learned and that we set examples every day for children, whether we know they’re watching or not. But let’s be honest, they are always watching. Mothering reminds me of cyclical natures, of phases go on forever, and of endings. Mothering puts the preciousness of life right in front of me — extended from my own subtle body to the one that runs across the grass and into my arms.
I honor you, mothers, whatever your story. Because not only do we each have one that is unique and important, we hold the stories of our unique children too. Goodness, we hold so much.
You are all champions. Superheroes. Saviors because you consistently put others needs and interests before your own. Truthfully, I think we should celebrate mothers much more frequently than once per year. In fact, mamas, let’s celebrate ourselves and each other every chance we get.
With love, admiration and respect,
K