Did you know?


If you knew what you know, would you have become a mother?

Would you have signed up for the crusty noses, the vomit and the poop?
Would you have applied for the drama, the losses and the back talk?
Would you have agreed to the driving, the scheduling, and the planning?
Would you have understood the worry, the guilt, and the anxiety?

If you knew what you know, would you have become a mother?

I have seen mothers lose their babies at birth and hold them until they could hold them no longer.

I have seen mothers serve as advocates for their child with special needs. Driving vans for wheelchairs, their trunks full of medication. They blog, argue and work for the rights of their child.

I have seen mothers sit for hours at recitals and at meets and on bleachers, losing entire days to watch their child run, or kick, or leap, or sing.

I have seen mothers battle cancer, some winning others losing. I have seen them fight for their marriages, some winning others losing. I have seen them come face to face with their own mortality and wonder, “what about my children?”

I have seen adult mothers tend to their adult children. Looking out like wise eagles, ever-present, always watching.

Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. It requires perseverance. It demands a sense of humor. You will not succeed without other mothers, young and old to show you the way and encourage you along. You have to be willing to be in the poop and know that there is nowhere else you would rather be.

Your mother is always with you. She is the sun on your face on a warm day. She’s the extra blanket on your bed. She’s the voice that says you should probably not eat another cookie and to check your hair. She believes in you without hesitation. She’s your biggest fan and your toughest critic. She loves you to the moon and back.

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