As I contemplate the word mother, many thoughts and images come to mind. I think of my mom, my mother-in-law, my grandma, my kids – my role as a mother.
Recently, I came in the door from work; there were little shoes by the door. I immediately felt warmth flood my heart, little shoes means: little people. However, those little shoes do not belong to my little people any longer. I am currently the shortest person in the house and forever will be. The little shoes belong to the neighbor kids. They served as a reminder as my thoughts immediately turned to my little kids.
Those years gone by. . .marked by special memories. Some of the things that are special memories now were in the moment, lets’ just say – not so special. Like our nativity scene, Mary has only one hand, and Joseph is completely A-wall. There is more to that story – a ball, an angry mom, broken rules, contrite kids, forgiving, and not forgetting. The not forgetting comes into play every year now as I arrange our nativity, I remember with a smile my kids, young enough to throw a ball in the house; the broken item has faded from importance replaced with a cherished memory of days gone by.
As I consider mothers a generation up, I think of conversations we women have. The pendulum swings in those conversations from overwhelming gratitude for those women in our lives, or incredible frustration at what some of them lacked in giving to us. Both the good and the mistakes are what I have learned from, both have shaped me. The mistakes have made me pursue motherhood as a profession. The good gives a tradition to follow and mentors to learn from. My kids will also reflect on what I have done well and my mistakes, such is the rhythm of motherhood.
Thoughts of my grandma bring a smile to my face; grandmothers are such special people. We should all have them close by to make sure we feel important because they have time for us. This is a special gift my mother-in-law has given to my kids. Whatever is important in the life, age, stage of my child is important to her. She loves unconditionally, makes them laugh, feel important, and supports us parents when needed by speaking wisdom into their young lives.
In my reflection, I remember that not everyone has warm thoughts when considering Mother’s Day. The reasons are numerous and complex, hurt, infertility, or grief, just to name three. Let’s remember this weekend to be sensitive to those around us that will be hurting when thoughts of Mother’s Day intrude upon them rather than arrive as cause for celebration. That sensitivity can be a silent hug, a quick email, or a kind word saying, ‘I know this is hard for you’.
Whether Mother’s Day arrives as a celebration, an intrusion, or an intricate mix; remember we learn from yesterday, live today, and hope for tomorrow.
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