Being a mother has been my greatest gift, and I’m certain that I’m not the only mommy that would make this statement. My children have molded me from a child into a woman. They have given me more life than I physically gave them. It’s because of my son and daughter (wise, accepting and loving) that I have discovered myself rooted into the ground that once seemed infinitely shaky. They are also the reason I cherish my own mother even more today than ever.
At a very young age I played with and loved my dolls like I was their mom. I changed their diapers, fed them, rocked them, sang to them and gave them names that I enjoyed saying aloud. I named my son several years before he was even born. I was dreaming of being a mother long before I was a teenager. It was something innate within me that yearned to give life, to teach, to love and to guide. When I was gifted with both a son and a daughter, just like my mother and her mother before her, I was elated. But being a mother is not as easy as holding, and fake feeding a doll. It means you have to be a mother to yourself first, and I lacked these skills for a very long time. I grew up while my children were growing up. I made mistakes worse than my own parents made with me, and often cursed myself for falling short as a mom. The one thing that never changed, however, was how much my children loved me regardless of my shortcomings, which is why I made a choice to grow up and to learn to love myself so that I could spend the remainder of their lives honoring them.
Without a mother’s love a child is lost. We are the life chord our children’s hearts. Mothers are the spirit of the planet, drawing in and extending out love that unites and connects the world. For the mothers out there who have a difficult time with love because of the abuse that they have endured, love must come from within. Love must be given to yourself, from yourself first and foremost before it can be delivered outward. This is a difficult endeavor to love yourself, when you have been taught that you are worthless. But when you look into your child’s face, they are reflecting your own worth, which is eminent. Let your child lead the way back to yourself. Let them teach you to love the way you were never loved. For they are our greatest teachers.
For the women in the world without children, I have discovered that you are mothers to many. I have had moms delivered to me in times of need who have never held their own infant. Mothers come in so many different forms, even in the hearts of dads who raise children on their own. To be a mother means to be filled with infinite love for someone other than yourself, but to love yourself enough to extend that love through you. It is a circle of being, and of giving. It is what makes this world go ’round.
I love my mother, who has not only given me life, but who has also given me dynamic depth. When looked upon with clarity, the challenges we have faced together were a path toward overcoming inner obstacles that were holding us back from greater dimensions of our lives. We entered into each other’s lives to become better people, to show each other the way; to poke and prod one another into noticing what we need to face in ourselves. It has been difficult, but now that it is clear to me that my mom was my greatest advocate for my spiritual growth, I treasure her more than ever. I wouldn’t have chosen a different mom. She was the one, and she’s done her job with honors.
Mothers are amazing human beings, although none of us are perfect. Even the moms who give their children up for adoption are offering the most unselfish love to their child. It is what a mother is. When we do our job correctly, we are unselfishly loving. I’m so grateful today that I’m one of the mothers out there who is deliberately making the world a much better place. Peace to all you mothers today!