I have a day to celebrate a part of who I am. Mothers day. It still feels a little strange when it rolls around...a day to celebrate this identity of my life as a parent. Aside from the Hallmark stuff, the day reminds me to honor all mothers. It brings me back to thoughts of birthing our son and the journey of raising children and how universal yet individual it is. I see my mother's role as a parent in a new light, now that I am a mother myself.What I see is the deepness of her love for little ol me.
But I swim in that abyss of deep love now that Joaquin has made me a mother. I get it now. It is a gift. Being a mom is like unwrapping little surprises all day long...everyday. But then you
have to clean up all the wrapping paper.Then you go to bed early with exhaustion.
But then you dream of all those little surprises that you can't wait
to wake up to the next morning. Then you start all over again.
Happy mothers day.
