Mother’s day is here again and for some of us it really sucks cause we can’t be with our children – but this post is just not dedicated to those who pushed/bore that child into the world.
This is for Mothers, surrogates, den mothers, fathers doing duty as the mother, aunties, uncles, pet mothers – any woman/man/child/being that is responsible for the life of another.
In short…Mothers from a different other.
So – to start.
I have two children – whom I love with equal and unconditional love.
BUT my son – well he is my favourite son while my daugher well she is my favourite daugter -see what I did there wink wink.
We will start with my son – the quirky, funny, smart and talented squib that he is.
With his bah da dah attitude, his passion for love and life, excellent zombie attack planning and muted joi de vivre – oh I hope he finds that path that seems to elude him.
One step forward – 5 steps back – but still pushing ahead. He is me were I allowed to be the me that I was at his age. Quiet and reserved with the laughing eyes of a child. He truly holds my heart right in the palm of his strong capable hand and truly is the bread to my butter.
You know in the movie – shit – I just watched the biopic – Oh yes – The Wizard of Oz – at the end where they are “bestowing gifts” upon those least likely (AKA Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow)? Had I that power I would bestow on him the gift of mindful and settled calm peace in his mis-wired brain and to take away that doubt and fear and blech that haunts him and squish it down the drain so he could flourish into that confident and wonderful human that is there.
All in due time my darling.
My daugher – HA!!! a mother herself now – giving me such a gift of a firey red headed little spitball of a grand daughter – oh sweetie – you are hooped!!! NO idea of what lies ahead of you in this silly, rewarding, often heartbreaking adventure that motherhood has in store for you! I cannot wait to continue to watch all these steps and firsts in your quest of motherhood.
She is my warrior – she is me were I allowed to be the the me that I was in her teens, early 20s but truly all me in motherhood with a few upgrades. MANY upgrades!
Mom.2 – its funny – sleep training – it is a thing and by the sweet all that there is- it WORKS – structure and scheduling – nap/bed time – a breezer (for the most part) – all me with a few twists.
This woman is a culmination of all the women that I was born from back back back thru the years and our wee Evie will hold all those amazing qualities – yes – this is good.
Ya she’s had her bumps along the way but have we not all?
For all these reasons – I celebrate Mother’s Day.
It’s this day that I really miss my own Mum- she was a strong woman who didn’t get the woman she should have been but I am glad that I got to be the woman that she was at my age – makes all those stupid things I did not get to be come into perspective.
It is not for the recognition or the gifts – they are nice though – I celebrate it because -well – I “made” them and no matter how old they get – I will always be their Mother, greatest champion, harshest critic. Kisser of the boo boos, baker, therapist, chauffer, executive chef, educator, seamstress, banker, scarer of the monsters, defender of their rights, and biggest bitch Mama Bear no matter how old they get.
Sorry darlings but Viva and LR – you will forever be my babies.
Happy Mother’s Day to all ya’ll Mother’s for another what other!!!
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