It’s hard to explain to anyone who is not a mother what it is like. Loving each and every one of your children so much that you would rather die yourself than see anything bad happen to them. Loving each one of them absolutely, yet having enough love in your heart for the others. I won’t say that it’s always easy, or happy — it is definitely not. It’s hard, it’s challenging and sometimes what is the best in the long run, is not the decision you really want to make, but you do because you know that deep down, it’s the right thing to do.
Watching your children grow up, holding them when they are sick or comforting them when they are sad, watching them do something totally awesome and thinking that your heart is just going to explode right out of your chest with pride as you swallow back (or don’t) the tears that so easily flow. These are some of the things that make you wonder how you could be anything else but the mom that you are.
No one can explain seeing this person that was a part of you, that lived for months and months inside of you, become their own person, no one can explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it what this is like… and how, in a heartbeat, despite the seesaw of emotions that go along with it, you would do it all over again without so much as a second thought.
To all the moms in my life, my mom and my husband’s mom, to my sister and sister-in-law, my mom cousins and cousin-in-laws, aunts and my wonderful mom friends who are all amazing people and have always been there, during the ups and the downs, through the smiles and the tears of this wonderful journey…..
Happy Mother’s Day