i knew i wanted to be a mom as soon as my little sister was born.
i remember thinking at a very young age, this is my baby. i loved her so. my mom taught me how to love like that my whole life, i've had kick-ass role models for what a mom should be like. the examples my mom and aunts and grandmothers set for me equipped me to do the work that i do every day. the love i received from other people's moms helped me show grace to my own mom. moms wear a lot of hats. they play a lot of roles. they tolerate a lot of shit. i've learned these things this year especially, teaching kindergarten. there are days when i feel like i simply cannot be all the things that my children need me to be. and it feels awful. but i don't have to do it alone. there are so many people with whom i share my kids who fill the spaces i cannot. and i think that's what momming is like. my mom was so brilliant in surrounding herself with women who complimented her so well and in turn, helped me to be a better woman. motherhood is a sisterhood. a band of badassery. the moms of this world are the nurturers. the hand holders. the fiercest huggers. the loudest applauders of right and the gentlest reminders of wrong. the defenders. they do the most work for the least amount of credit. to me, they are heroes. i am so proud to be my mother's daughter. so proud to very soon be a daughter-in-law (ah!). so proud to know and love too many amazing mothers to count. here's to moms. in all their forms. for all they do. for all they are. and for all they sacrifice. i am privileged to celebrate you this day and every day. i love you, mom. xo
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