Mother's Day

Minding my Babies along the Beach

Every year there is a day set aside to honour one’s own mother, motherhood, maternal bonds and the influences of mothers in society and we’ve only been recognizing this role and day,  for just over a hundred years.  It’s a huge commercial time for those that chose to participate that way.

Our family unit does not go all out for Mother’s Day. Just a simple “Happy Mother’s Day” is it. 

I’m a mother. 

I have a mother, but she didn’t raise me. I had a grandmother who I now, vaguely remember and I do not have any other maternal bonds. I do not even have a friendship with my mother in law, but I did witness many friends who have had magnificent relationships with their mothers and I too, have great gratitude towards my birth mother for giving me life. 

I have many fellow mom -  friends that I cherish. I’m glad for the learning I have received from them. I have come to personally think the role of motherhood is a self sacrificing yet graceful period in a woman’s life that tests humility and strength. 

When I became a mom, I vowed to become a “good” one. My main goal was to make my children feel cherished, supported and confident. I’d like to think I achieved that, but my kids are young adults now and they simply are not at a stage in their life to validate me. They’re busy, they’re trying to be on their own and both of their parents are foreign to them. 

I’m not complaining, I’m honestly acknowledging that a day of recognition and commercialism can never replace what you ought to feel naturally in your heart. 

That’s the distinction of motherhood.  No expectations. Loving even when love isn’t returned, recognized or fawned over. 

That’s how moms are.