I always enjoyed Mother’s Day when my kids were little.
It was always so lovely.
The kids usually made my breakfast and, with great ceremony, brought it to me in bed. They would beam with pride as I sat up to eat it.
And I ate it no matter what it looked like or how it tasted. Because that’s what mothers do.
They also presented me with their lovingly made cards.
At first the cards were just scribbled.
Then they learned to write their names.
As they got older, they would painstakingly write out the Mother’s’ Day greeting themselves and then they made up wonderful poems.
And as they matured even more, their cards got very funny (on purpose!)…and the breakfasts got really delicious.
And you’re probably not going to believe this but… I still have every one of those Mother’s Day cards, and all the handmade birthday cards.
In fact, I’ve saved all of my kids’ artwork and paintings and stories they wrote.
Yes, they take up room.
But in some ways they speak to me in a very poignant way of who they were at different stages of their lives, and those masterpieces are among my most treasured possessions.
And aside from their handmade creations, all the photos I have of them growing up speak to me as well.
My kids grew up in the pre-digital era of film. Every picture was precious and taken with thought and care.
My photo albums are also among my most treasured possessions.
A few years ago we had a very intense forest fire season here in Nelson.
We were told that “if things got much worse” we might need to evacuate and we should gather up our important possessions that we absolutely did not want to get lost in a fire.
I thought hard and deeply about what I absolutely did not want to lose.
My kids had already grown up and moved out, so they weren’t on the list.
When it came down to the crunch it was my two cats, my family photo albums and a box of handmade cards from my kids.
Everything else felt dispensable. It was an interesting and informative process to go through.
Thankfully that fire danger passed without incident, yet sometimes I imagine getting a “fire warning” and evaluate my life instead of my possessions.
I feel very good about the many things I have done and have accomplished when I look back at my life.
But if there were some internal “fire warning” and I had to choose what I feel is absolutely the most significant, life enhancing and life changing, momentous thing that I have done on this earth, it is being the mother of my two precious children, Aaron and Elena.
And when I sink into the feeling of love I have for my kids, I guess it’s no surprise that my life has been dedicated to being a support for mothers. (Mountain Baby turned 20 this year!)
I truly believe that mothers should be honoured every day, because, the real truth is, we are doing the most important, most momentous, work on the planet.
What a wonderful world this would be if all mothers all over the world were given the respect, support, resources, acknowledgement, love, appreciation, and valuing that they deserve.
And while things may not be entirely perfect for moms around the world, I still believe Mother’s Day is great. It’s sweet to be honoured and acknowledged by our society for being a mom. (at least one day a year)
Nice to have a day to sleep in, breakfast in bed, flowers, beautiful lovingly made gifts from your children that you’ll keep forever, maybe dinner at grandma’s house, or a get -together with friends, maybe a gift from your partner if you have one.
So I want to dedicate this post to all the women who love and care for children… biological mothers, adoptive mothers, surrogate mothers, step mothers, single mothers, “coupled” mothers, grandmothers, Godmothers, mothers-in-law, employed mothers, stay-at -home mothers, aunts, cousins, neighbours, teachers, child care providers, nurses and doctors, infant development specialists, speech therapists etc…..and also to all the single Dads for all the mothering they do as well.
Happy Mother’s Day!