Happy, happy Mother’s Day!
(Oh, how we wish we could be celebrating with our own mothers this weekend!)
We are so grateful for all the wonderful mothers in our lives–parents. Aunts. Grandmothers. Sisters. Cousins. Teachers. Therapists. Friends.
Motherhood is something I grew up wanting and looking forward to. I ached for it when it didn’t come as soon as I wanted. I cried when I felt I’d lost it through miscarriage. I gloried in it when I was pregnant with Sophie. I felt completely lost in it when she arrived and, most days, I still feel pretty lost.
Life, as well all know, changes constantly. In most ways, it’s impossible to prepare for. Instead, I’m working on riding the wave and learning to do it with some sort of peace and grace.
In this season, I don’t feel very peaceful (quite the opposite, in fact), and I don’t feel one iota of gracefulness. But I continue to cling to the idea that hope can carry me through. That things will get better. That my babies love me despite my (many) flaws.
And, always, that love wins.
Happy Mother’s Day.