“Life is a promise, fulfill it.” ~ Mother Theresa
Mother’s Day is almost upon us and if there is one thing that is clear here in this blog, I LOVE being a mother.
When I became a mother I came to realize that my life was no longer about just being a mother to my minis. Becoming a mother made me see my relationship with my own mother in a new light, and my mother’s relationship with her mother, and my own relationship with my grandma. From this history we learn about the past and shape our futures.
I am fortunate to have a very good relationship with my own mom. Of course, like most Mothers and Daughters we don’t agree on everything, but that’s ok, because the love we have makes that ok. It is this love that I hope my minis will always feel from me. The one that is unconditional. That no matter what the future holds for all of us, they will understand in the deepest part of their heart that my love for them knows no boundaries. If floats free of space and time, and has nothing tied to it. I made them this promise the moment I heard the words “your blood work looks good.”
As many of you know, the fight and promise of motherhood started long before there were sleepless nights and ever-growing number of grey hairs on my head. It started in a doctor’s office, with test after test, stick after stick, specialists and countless trips for bloodwork. Then there were shots, shots, and more shots. And then there was a “procedure” and then 10 days of what I thought were the longest days of my life. Of course, our fight did not end there. Promises were made.
When Baby B (E) was not growing after my second ultrasound at 8 weeks, I promised her (I felt it was a her, my little sweet pea) that if she held on, mama would make everything ok. She was a fighter and she could do this. With those words, I had no idea just how much of a fighter she would be.
With swishing of heartbeats, growing forms in my belly, and feelings of butterflies and bubbles as they started to move. Promises of what the future would hold.
Tickles, cuddles, giggles, and hours spent reading, rolling around, chasing, singing and years spent learning and growing together.
And then they came. And my world flipped on its axis. The fight at that very early delivery date had just begun. For me, for them, what our future would hold, what our present is. Promises made daily. The deepest faith in any promise I have ever made.
And those promises greet me daily with moments of joy, frustration, and exceptional moments in what would have formerly been a very ordinary day. The smell of a fresh shampoo on Q’s baby soft hair as he nestles in for storytime, the warmth of a little body perfectly cradled in mine, the pressure of E’s head on my shoulder as she finally learns to calm her body, the sound of her giggle just for me, the extraordinary firsts of E making her first real unaided crawl attempt just today, and the purity of a look that makes my heart explode and melts my body at the same time.
Each day, outloud, I promise them that I will love them no matter what and they promise back through looks and smiles and the warmth of a touch.
On this Mother’s Day, I promise that to my own mother, to my beloved grandmas, and to my minis. Love is hard. Being a mother is the hardest job in the world hands down. But yet, each day, as a mother we can wake full of promise that no matter what the day may bring and how hard things might be, we love.
With this promise, my life fills to the brim and with that I realize that Mother’s Day is every day. A promise to love and be loved every single day. Each day “MyNewFavoriteDay.”
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you, your moms, your minis and your special people whose promise of love makes each day ‘YourNewFavoriteDay.”
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