As this Mother’s Day is coming to a close, I’m glad to take the time to reflect on what motherhood means to me. Each year I do this, and as I have evolved as a person, I see that I’m grateful for different aspects of motherhood, as time goes on.
I’ve seen many funny memes across social media platforms, citing the definitions and meanings of motherhood. My favorite is this:
Based on the life and adventures of my daughter and me, I have a few I would add:
Undercover Angel, Personal Prayer Warrior and Theme Park Bestie.
Motherhood covers a multitude of things, but one of the best and most important aspects is covering her, even when she doesn’t know or understand. Praying over her day, her thoughts, her path, and her life. Providing guidance through life’s difficulties like why it’s better to turn the other cheek, or understanding that honesty is the best policy even if you have to lose friends. Motherhood is about teaching her character over physical beauty, for it doesn’t matter how pretty you are, if you are mean and disrespectful to people. Being a “mean girl” is not okay, and I’ll never tolerate it.
On the flip side, we have to have a good work/play balance. One of our favorite pastimes is going to Six Flags. We bond on roller coasters! Yes I must teach her the fundamentals of being a woman of God, but that doesn’t have to mean she has to be bored! There’s nothing wrong with good, clean fun! If it happens to be a rainy day when we can’t enjoy the outdoors, we both really enjoy arts and crafts, especially playing with colors (nail polish in particular). It’s always a pleasure watching her express her creativity.
Today as I was reflecting on what motherhood is to me, the thing that stood out the most was just remembering to seize the moment. Between school, work and extracurricular activities, things can get hectic and of course, don’t always go as planned. But I have found that when I take the time to look into her eyes before we rush out of the door, kiss her little nose and wish her a good day, I have peace in knowing that our last interaction was a positive one. Or when she hurts herself, even at eight years old, she still wants mommy to kiss the bump or bruise, and then it’s all better. There is joy in knowing that my kisses have healing powers.
All in all, whether she is up or down, sick or well, happy or sad, I have learned to be conscious of our time together and to cherish these moments. I have always thought that time grew wings when she was born, and I refuse to let these moments slip by because I’m focused on temporary things. Part of our children’s self esteem comes from knowing that they are valued by their parents, and it is my goal to make sure she grows to be confident in who God has created her to be. And as always, I’m grateful to have been chosen to carry her; the gateway through which she entered this world.
I pray that these words have been a blessing to you. 🙂