I want to share with you what Mother’s Day means to me.
This day, all of the mothers, daughters and sisters are being celebrated and loved by all the special ones in their lives. It’s a celebrated day, for all mothers who love and nurture their children, small or all grown-up. It’s a special love that a mother can have so deep inside of her heart.
I am celebrating being the momma to my 3 sons.
I’ve always believed, that I will forever be their mom. Even when they are parents of their own children. Motherhood does not expire. The love for your children also never expires.
All through these 22 years since first becoming a mother, I strive to be the best that I can be.
I feel I have always been a “mother” deep down inside, even when I was much younger. I’m the oldest of six children. All born within 7 years. I always took care of all of them when we were so very young. Including everything a mother would (or should) do …I did.
But, I no longer celebrate this day with the mother I once had as a young girl. And haven’t for a very long time.
I had a mother until I was 14 years old. I made the very hard, but yet oddly, easy decision– to have her no longer in my life after I became an adult. While choosing to have a happy, joyful and loving life ahead, as a mother myself… I decided to make the decision to be rid of the poison that was continually trying to always seep in.
I am thankful that I have a heart and it bursts with endless love for my sons. I can not fathom any other way. I’ve witnessed it many times with other women (that are no longer in my life), they ultimately do not have the love for their child. I simply believe that by having eggs, it does not necessarily make a woman a mother. There comes responsibility and endless amounts of love to share and give this precious life to. Whether the child is by blood or not.
Nobody is perfect. Nor is any mother perfect. But love is the biggest thing we mothers can give to our children.
The very first day I remember of learning I was going to become a mother for the very first time, I was 16 1/2 yrs old. It was very surreal. I became the mother of my sweet first born.
I was raising my son with five other children in the home while our father/mother was never home. It wasn’t until I was “old enough” by law, to rent an apartment at the age of 18. So, while I was raising my own son, I still continued to mother my siblings that were still living at home.
I became a mother a second time years later, to my second sweet son.
More years later, I was blessed with another son. My third sweet son.
My 3 sons give me the up most joy and happiness. I know through all the years of my many challenges and experiences…I’ve always known what it’s like to feel the love for a child that is endless. And, purely from the heart.
Happy Momma’s Day.