This little boy made me a mother.
His three saintly siblings taught me what being a mother really means.
So much of motherhood I never expected and so much I could never have imagined, good or bad.
Thank you to all of you – Mothers of many or few, Bereaved Mothers, Infertile Mothers, Spiritual Mothers, Grandmothers, Godmothers, friends who are like Mothers, Birth Mothers, Adoptive Mothers, Foster Mothers. It is not an easy mission we’ve been given, but I’m glad to be surrounded by so many amazing women.
This week has been hard, really hard. Too many dates lining up in unfortunate ways. I don’t feel like Mother’s Day is for me this year. It feels foreign, and I my mind tells me I have no claim to it. It’s for women whose bodies work the right way. It’s for women who spend their days surrounded by diapers and difficult food budget. My experience as a Mother seems both too easy and not enough. I feel like I’ll get my Mother’s Day card and on it will be a big stamp “RETURN TO SENDER: RECIPIENT DOES NOT YET QUALIFY”.
Monday will be easier I’m sure, but I wish I could sleep through tomorrow.