Tomorrow we celebrate our mothers.
Special people whom the world could not exist without.
But like birthdays, (it’s my party, I can cry if I want to) it’s a day that goes with a lot of unmet expectations. We would never admit but we kind of hope to be rewarded, on this day, for all the sleepless nights, cold tea, and unfairness of motherhood. We want to be handled like queens with no duties only privileges. (Is that even possible) Instead, we get unsigned cards and normal mom-life in super mode.
My brother passed away many years ago. Mother’s Day is what hurts my mom so bad, still after all these years. When you speak to moms who experienced the loss of children or miscarriage, they reason that Mother’s Day is one of the most dreaded days on the calendar. I thought about this and realized that Mother’s Day needs to be seen through a different lens.
We need to honor our kids on this day. They are the reason we get to have the privilege of being a mom. That awesome feeling of holding a piece of yourself. Not caring if we have dishes to wash, nappies to change, or meals to prepare. They love us at our worst. They think we are the most beautiful women. We have them, they have us, we have each other. May you celebrate your kids tomorrow. May you hold them with a feeling of contentment. May you feel extra special knowing that you were chosen to be their mom.
Blessed Mothers Day to all moms out there. You ARE the world.
Granadilla love,
Mags