Sunday, May 14, 2017
Happy Mother's Day
It was about experimenting in the kitchen to make her breakfast in bed or plucking flowers from the neighbors' yards on a walk to make a spontaneous bouquet.
In my teenage years, Mother's Day was more of a reprieve for both of us; a day to set aside the petty frustrations and disagreements and have 16 hours of peace and appreciation. I'm sure, more often than not, by the time Monday came around, I was back to rolling my eyes in derision while the flowers stood tall in the vase on the kitchen counter.
When I became a mother, it was about excitement and anticipation again - waiting to see what my girls had made for me or chosen for me at the store with their dad. But it was also a revelation.
Motherhood is about soft snuggles in bed, the smell of a baby's head, and it's about bedtime routines that lasted for hours and often ended with me screaming into a pillow after tiptoeing out of my child's room.
It is about smiling in pride when my children do something amazing and the stark fear that they are somehow in danger and it's my job to protect them every moment of every day.
Mother's Day is about recognizing that my mother is a human being, that she had to try and hold the tension between caring for me and preserving her Self, and that she didn't always do it the way I wanted her to. It's about realizing that my daughters feel the same way sometimes. It is about appreciating the evolution of my relationship with my mother - from feeling smothered and policed to feeling appreciated and honored. It is also about the evolution of my relationship with my children - from overwhelming responsibility and endless repetition of tasks to stepping back and watching as they do things I never dreamed they would do and knowing that we will always have this bond in one way or another.
Mother's Day is about widening that circle to include every woman who ever mothered me, the teachers who took an interest, women who mentored me or listened to me or encouraged me. It is about honoring mothering in all its forms - gentle prodding and sideline cheering and bandaging wounds and holding space for my grief. It is about watching my childhood friends grow up to be mothers and realizing that we all had it in us somehow, somewhere, this ability to believe in something bigger than ourselves and the desire to protect it so that it flourishes.
Mother's Day is the ultimate exercise in opposites, the feeling that you're part of a tribe and that you're in charge of it; the joy of watching your children grow up and the nostalgia of your own childhood; the gratitude of being recognized and the knowledge that you would do all of it even without that recognition. But since mothering is an exercise in opposites, that seems fitting. From the moment our babies are born, they begin moving toward independence, stretching that distance between us and them and we are tasked with helping them accomplish that while simultaneously mourning the loss of that connection.
I'm coming to realize that Mother's Day is simply the distillation of the biggest lessons in my life. It is a day that reminds me that grief and joy live together in every moment, and that my job as my daughters' mother is to help them figure out how to hold both of those things simultaneously, honor them both, and keep moving forward. Whether you are mothering children of your own or you are a mother-figure to other children, whether you have a mother or you've lost yours, may your day be restful and full of peace. May you find the strength to hold all that is present in your life today, or have others who will help you hold it. May you feel mothered.