From the moment you discover that your body harbors a life, a growing person you become a mother.
There is something so pure, so deep, so profoundly mysterious about motherhood that perhaps no one will ever comprehend it.
We who were once babes ourselves- blossom, mature and become the vessels through which all life continues.
Mothers- when we choose to let our body become the growing home of a person we are forever changed. We can never been the carefree girls we once were.
Our bodies are grown, stretched, wrenched with pain and we succumb to this change- some willingly, some with resistance- and life is born through us.
And then begins the coddling, and sleepless nights caring for this little soul.
We shed many tears, we mothers; tears of fear, guilt, worry, concern, joy and pleasure. And these tears wash the edges and roughness from the humans we are- we become stronger more beautiful souls.
We run, we catch, we scold, we hug- and somehow these little people grow up- and their characters emerge.
We then begin to fret and worry over the people they are becoming and the lives they will live. Their failures are our lashings, their reprimands our scouring, their tears the bitter salt rubbed into wounds.
Sometimes we think we can do it all- sometimes we forget the place fathers hold and the guiding force we must let him take in these lives. Then suddenly we let go, and leave him the reins- and he guides these stubborn ones with a gentle hand and they stop their headless dashing. Let's let these fathers do more in the running of our households- our kids need that and so does our sanity.
Mothers- whose motherly power love will make her bold as a lion, whose very character seems to change in the process of motherhood, whose depths are fathomless, and love abounding. Thank you for bearing us life- thank you for guiding our faltering steps and believing is us.
Thanks for being our Mothers.