This Sunday is Mother’s Day. (In case you forgot.) And I think I have so many Mother’s Day wishes that I have to write an entire post for it.
First, a very happy Mother’s Day to my own mom- who got up in the night with me for years, as I was apparently an epically poor sleeper. Who was always there for me growing up- to help me with homework, boys, rebellion, or cooking- not always in that order. Who always welcomed me to talk about whatever I was struggling with, even if it wasn’t something a mom would enjoy hearing. Who is hard-working, patient, and self-sacrificial. Who still comes over to play with my kids, to help me when I’m overwhelmed, or to teach me how to be a better mother myself.
A happy Mother’s Day to my sweet Mam- my maternal grandmother, who has been part of my life since I was born. Who showed me her corners of the world, who talked with me at all stages of life, who influenced my husband’s proposal, who traveled hours for my wedding. Who is candid, witty, and beautiful at eighty-eight years old. Who makes me smile every time I talk to her. Who teaches me about the way her family used to do things, and shares lessons in frugality, conservation, patience, and wisdom.
A happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful mom-in-law- “Mama Z,” as I call her- who welcomed me into her family with open arms. Who made me feel at home, even when I was still the nervous and awkward girlfriend. Who talks with me heart to heart in her kitchen just the way she did with her own children. Who cooks the best chicken cutlets and homemade meatballs under the sun, and who shares generously. Who has been loving and comforting to me through my cheerful days and my dark days as a wife and mother. Who makes a girl feel lucky to have in-laws.
Happy Mother’s day to my friends and family who have children already- who care day in and day out for their little ones. Who set good examples even when it’s hard to do it. Who sacrifice sleep, food, and comfort for the sake of their families.
Happy Mother’s Day to the women who struggle with motherhood. To the ones who battle depression as they try to do the best for their kids. To the women who feel they cannot do anything right- but in actuality are doing exactly the right thing by putting one foot in front of the other and taking care of themselves and their families.
And let’s not forget, a blessed and peaceful Mother’s Day to those of you who have suffered child or infant loss, miscarriage, infertility, and failed adoptions. Who have loved and longed for a child, but for some reason have not been able to meet or hold him or her. You who have motherhood alive in your heart and soul regardless of your given situation.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who love and care for the little ones in your life, heart, and hands.