I love Mother’s Day. From macaroni necklaces to current day treasures, to me it is a positive reinforcement that I’ve done at least two things right in my life – Katie and Megan. I can still recall those soggy Cheerios breakfasts in bed as the girls, with big grins, eagerly watched me choke down the gooey circles. And my first Mother’s Day was so special as I proudly carried my firstborn Katie, adorned in a little pink dress with an eyelet bonnet framing her little cherub face to Church. I gazed at her in awe during the Mass, utterly amazed at this miracle, as the people around me smiled knowingly…so much love for and in one little creature. Two years after that my beautiful Megan was in my arms, carried to the same pew with big sister in tow as a rambunctious two year old making lots of noise.
When they were little, it was easy to know how to care for them. First as babies and then as little girls, it was instinctive to fulfill their needs and make them happy. Even in times of restlessness, I savored and enjoyed each moment.
The years have swiftly passed with many evolutions and powerful changes. There’s been so much learning and growing together, my girls and me. Now as a mom to adult children, I often find it not so easy to know what to do. To see them floundering or going in a difficult direction is hard when you want to steer them to your way of thinking of what would be better. The advice I give during times of stress doesn’t always go over well, and I’m finding, through experience, that listening is the only thing they really want from me at the moment. I have had to train myself to hold back my advice, along with the words I want to say. I’ve learned that most times they have to go through what they need to experience in order to learn and to grow into who they are meant to be. But it’s still hard, as a mom, to watch their struggles.
I can still see those two little cherub faces in the beautiful, grown women they’ve become. My heart bursts with pride at all the wonderful things they’ve accomplished and for the lives they’ve made for themselves. Although I fight the urge to dry their tears away and pick up their pieces, I continue to assure them that everything will be alright in the end, even though I know from experience that most things won’t turn out the way they’ve planned. But that’s life, isn’t it?!
So on this Mother’s Day I count the many blessings that have come to me through my two amazing children ~ these miraculous gifts from God! Without question, becoming a mother was the best thing I ever did.
Thanks, girls, for being such great kids and for making me proud!
No surprise that I agree completely that being a mother has been my most important and fulfilling work, although I admit it was a lot easier back when you could just say, “go to your room and don’t slam that door” 😉
As always, reading your essay is like a Isis with an old friend.