If a year is 365 days long, then Motherhood is a 365+ days per year job. Everyone knows this because everyone has a mother. And whether we have children of our own or not, we can all appreciate the care and rearing of the little ones since we had that done for us, knowing just how difficult we were. Remembering the stories of our own mothers are highlighted on this one day, both pleasant and sad as we relive the past with the person who brought us into the world. I often tell the story of my own mother, after taking the first look at me in the hospital, sending me back, claiming I wasn’t her baby, I didn’t look like her other children. I remember looking at my own son in the hospital and thinking, my God what have I gotten myself into this time. But with acceptance of the task comes responsibility that this child needs me, so hand it here and I’ll give it a try.
Yoda said, “Do or do not, there is no try,” so we simply dive into a life of emotions that can fulfill as well as tear apart our very being. I once read a sign that said Motherhood is like tearing your heart out and have it walk around beside you for the rest of your life. That pretty much sums up this roller coaster ride for me. Bob Dylan said, “Just how much to I have to pay to get off this ride?” The answer is a lifetime of devotion.
So to all mothers, the ones who try and succeed, to those who try and fail often, and those who get back up and try again, realize that you are special to someone for reasons you may never know.
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