It’s the day after Mother’s Day and I’m tempted to frame my lack of a Mother’s Day blog post as a small failure, considering that I write and consult about family life. Oh, what a missed opportunity!
After a lovely day spent with my husband, children, extended family and friends, I was about to finish this post when my teen needed me. At eighteen, he’s a man so his true need for me is diminishing and morphing. As it should be. Last night, I was happy to be needed.
Waking up this morning, I wasn’t happy to remember that I didn’t post. I also didn’t get enough sleep. Oh, the pressure to get a full night’s sleep!
I kicked myself and reactively dragged my husband along for the short and loathsome ride. Instead of helping my husband to get off to a good start, I dragged him down. Oh, the frustration of not holding my tongue!
Within minutes of waking, a sense of failure was creeping into my Monday, tempting me again to project the same into the week. But did I actually fail? I could spend hours on this philosophical and practical question. Days. Years.
Instead, I’m banging out this post and gaining perspective as my exasperated fingers fly across the keyboard. Here’s what I was going to share yesterday.
I love my mother. Goodness knows I love being a mother. And this sweet little holiday called Mother’s Day? Love it, too.
While the mother-child relationship isn’t little and is sometimes bittersweet, setting aside a day to give flowers, send cards, make a phone call, or serve brunch is lovely. Setting aside a day to pray, remember, and forgive if needed, is powerful.
The mother-child relationship is mysterious and big. The greatest gift one person can give to another is life. Once life is given, there are no limits…
Then no more words would flow because I know the truth about life and limits. There are real physical, emotional, social, economic, energy, educational, and time limits to mention a few. So let me try again.
Once life is given, we don’t control the mother-child relationship as much as we dance within it. There are many different dances, some beautiful, silly, seasonal, or tragic. Most are a mix. But the mother-child dance is always purposeful, challenging us to move forward, grow, learn, and mature. Love is the biggest dance of all and can overcome any human failing, big or little, real or perceived. Whether we dance the role of mother, child, or both, we can choose to love mothers, children, and ourselves. With relief, I will love on the morning after Mother’s Day.
What are your thoughts on Mother’s Day, mothering, being a mother’s child? How do you deal with your failures, real or perceived?
Have a lovely Monday ~~~~~~~~ Angie Mc