Mother, may I tell you how you’re getting it right?
Yes. You.
You. The mother to one kindergartener. Or to two under the age of three. The one with four, ranging from college to junior high. And the one with three who are fully grown. The one with two of the very same age. The one with an entire house full. All of you mothers I know, you are dynamite. You are all working at this motherhood thing like your life depends on it.
You are a great mother. A mother who your child is lucky to call their own. A mother who knows your child better than anyone else knows them.
You are a brave mother. Attempting daily to be try to the mother you want your children to know. And trying again day after day, to get it perfect.
You are a dedicated mother. A mother who loves intensely. Who sometimes is frustrated. Because loving intensely is exhausting at times. Who is sometimes elated. Because loving intensely is exhilarating at times.
You are a creative mother. One who gets to know your child at each age and stage. And who loves your children as individuals.
You are a diligent mother. One who asks other people what works for them. And for the best ways to attack problems. Or the hard stuff. Because you are continuously continuing education in the subject of motherhood.
You are a multi-tasking mother. Juggling, at times. Housework. Work work. Marriage. Friendships. Passions. And children. In order to be their mother. And be yourself.
You are a beautiful mother. With laugh lines from the moments of sheer happiness. And dark cirlces from sleepless nights. You have tired shoulders from days of carrying another beings’ worries on your back. And a strong heart. From using it to love so completely.
You are a loyal mother. Loving your child through thick and thin. Through nighttime wake-ups, poor grades, talking back, and missed curfews. Through times when you might not like the person they are being. But knowing you love them fiercely. Because that’s what moms are designed to do.
You are a smart mother. One who is teaching your child, in everything, and in every day, how to live. And how to love. And how to mind. And how to enjoy. And how to be something. Or someone.
You are a giving mother. A mother who shares your time. And your home. And your life. With your children. And who shares your children with the world. To make it a better place than before you were a mother.
You are a nurturing mother. One who listens to your children. Who reprimands poor behavior. And who celebrates good behavior. And who offers hugs and advice whenever possible. Even when they might be refused.
You are a different mother. Different than the one next to you. And the one down the street. But just the mother that your child needs you to be. For the person they are going to become.
Mother, may I remind you again? You are getting it right. I know. Because I see you. And I learn from you. Every day.
Happy Mother’s Day to you, great mother. And to all of the great mothers I am lucky enough to know.
