I use to dread mothers day… the ackward conversation of people trying to make me feel better. As if they needed to find a way to make me feel included but truly I felt more outside the box then ever with their comments. The truth is… I think they were more uncomfortable with my infertility then I was. The funny part is, now that I am a mother, I feel a different pressure this day. I feel as if I MUST be PERFECT this day and I know I am not a perfect mother. There is no perfect mother. We are all human. I heard something today tho, “even when my mom was mad, I ALWAYS knew she loved me”. I guess thats what counts. STruggling so much to get my children, I tell my children probably 20 if not many more times a day, how much I love them and they are my best friends. I guess when I am not perfect, the one thing my kids know is how much I DO cherish and love them.
“As I tenderly acknowledge the very real pain that many single women, or married women who have not borne children, feel about any discussion of motherhood, could we consider this one possibility about our eternal female identity—our unity in our diversity? Eve was given the identity of “the mother of all living”—years, decades, perhaps centuries before she ever bore a child. It would appear that her motherhood preceded her maternity, just as surely as the perfection of the Garden preceded the struggles of mortality. I believe mother is one of those very carefully chosen words, one of those rich words—with meaning after meaning after meaning. We must not, at all costs, let that word divide us. I believe with all my heart that it is first and foremost a statement about our nature, not a head count of our children.”
~Patricia T. Holland “One Thing Needful: Becoming Women of Greater Faith in Christ” (1987)
