By Piper Bayard
It’s children who deliver mothers into the world. Before children, we are daughters, girlfriends, and wives, but until we love a child, we are not mothers. The part of us that grows into a mother remains a child until a child becomes more important to us than we are to ourselves.
Mother’s Day is the day we honor the women who were delivered by children — the women who love us more than they love themselves, whether they are our biological mothers and grandmothers or the adoptive mothers, sisters, and mentors who have come into our lives and taught us what love means.
Today, I not only think of my beloved mother, who smiles down on me as I nurture her grandchildren and laughs down at me at me each time I use the klunky electric skillet I always teased her about, but I am also made complete with gratitude toward my children–the people who gave birth to the mother in me. I would not be me without them.
This one is for the babies. In my heart you will remain forever young . . . Thank you.
To all women who love a child more than they love themselves, Happy Mothers Day.
All the best to all of you for staying forever young.
I’m in one of those ” Place for Mom—and You Can Drop Off Pop” setups, and saw a lot of happy moms today–plus a few sad ones.
I saw one mewling 18 or 19 year old visit mom – apparently to see if he could cadge some more money out of her. (I think she finally gave him a check-because the look on her face was such,I had to look away…)
It’s 7 years later, and I still miss trying to do something special for my under-appreciated wife.
Thanks for posting that !
It’s interesting how it’s the opportunity to give that we miss even more than the opportunity to receive. All the best to you.
You definitely hit the nail on the head with this one, Piper. I vividly remember the day almost 47 years ago when a doctor told me I had a little girl. My life hasn’t been the same since.
And isn’t that awesome?
Happy Mother’s Day. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂