My Mother

I have been a mother of two now for almost one year. As I sit to write this I soul search for the words that do justice in explaining motherhood. Soft, kind, understanding, selfless, strong, proud. The words came easier then I thought because all I can think of is my mother.



She my everything. As a kid I tried my best to be good, though testing her was not unknown. Not matter the circumstances she understood. She gave me confidence, always allowing me to try whatever adventure I would come up with. When I was 8 I wanted to own a ranch and raise horses, she dreamed with me. Bought me books, pushed me to keep my eye on my goals. She even bought me a horse. Though dreams of an 8 year old change quickly with age. As racing horses was my new goal, she prayed for my safety and for Gods speed. Always telling me how proud she was. When my candle would burn out, we would talk for days until something new sparked my interest and again I had every ounce of her support. In my teen years not only did I have every ounce of her support but I had every ounce of her money. Every breath she took felt like it was just for me, she defines selfless. She showed me a win only comes with hard work and even when I didn’t win she would guided me to do better. Though many times I would come to her with a problem, her answers were always wrapped in kindness. Making me feel better and solving the problem with class. Now and then the answers would not be what I wanted hear, but a soft hug or just holding my hand always made it that much better. Even now as married woman I still long for her when I am sick or frustrated. Sometimes my heart lets me know when my mother is the only healing power that will soothe me. When the adventure of motherhood knocked on my door she was standing behind me to greet it. She cheered me on during labor, gave me guidance when I felt like I had no clue why babies cry, she told me she was proud of me for breastfeeding so my babies would have every chance at good health, and holds my children as if it is her last chance. She loves them like she loves me. Her physical strength is great, spiritually is inspiring and the compassion she has as a mother is astonishing.

The bond we share is immeasurable, especially now that we are both mothers. These days my life is full of happy chose. Potty training, teething, diaper duty, story time, play time, play dates, snuggles, band aids, pretend eating, real feeding and eating, laundry, gym time, pay attention to the husband time, grocery shopping, cleaning, hugs, kisses more snuggles. Sometimes it feels like life is suffocating me and there is not another thing I can squeeze in…but my soul is drawn to my mother. So daily I will find time to call her or stop in and see her. When I don’t she understands because she is my mother.
Happy Mothers Day to all mammas!