Mother’s Day Musings

Couldn’t post this on Mother’s Day – a day of mixed feelings for myself and so many of us.

This one is personal folks. I tried and tried to get pregnant both times and cried on Mother’s Days with such sorrow. I am a mother now and am thrilled to have my adult kids and grandkid.

So some of us are mothers.

All of us have or have had mothers.

·       For some they were a good fit, for others, not so much. Mine was in more of the not such a great fit variety but I think we’ve worked it out, although posthumously.

We may have been mothered by other’s mothers.

·       I was oh so fortunate to find mothering in many places and from many wonderful women and to all of those women, both present and past, I am forever grateful.

We may be trying to become mothers.

·       And like myself, we may try and try, and have to manage inquiries, encouragement, disdain and lack of secrecy in our attempts.

Some of us become successful in our attempts at becoming mothers.

Some mother in other ways

·       it’s a verb as well as a noun.

Or we may not want to be a mother

·       And of course, that’s fine too. Mother’s Day may just be an irritation in that case – a Hallmark-type holiday. We may not want to be a mother, or we may not want to be mothered – want to be independent of that or her.

On Mother’s Days we can avoid contact or welcome it. It probably doesn’t pay to be too sensitive to those who wish you happy Mother’s Day if it’s not for you. After all, they’re wishing you good and we could all use good to come to us instead of deflecting it.

So on Mother’s Day this year, if you chose to celebrate your mother or your motherhood, I hope you had a happy day – and best for all the rest of the days too.