A Mom’s Cry
- Maybe a moment of peace?
- A long bath while ALONE in the bathroom?
- To only have to dress one body in the morning?
Motherhood is Hard
My mother, the heroine of Brave Face, is oh so old. (The number changes yearly, so I can’t say how old.) She would tell you that motherhood is hard. Sometimes it’s made more difficult simply because a mother might believe she deserves a day when she’s the center of attention, whether it’s Mother’s Day, her birthday, or another special day. Still, it doesn’t or can’t happen for one reason or another.
Of course, I’m very aware of those who wish they were mothers, but can’t be; those who lost a child; those whose mothers were less than loving; and those who have lost their mother. I’m grateful that I’m not in any of the above categories. My children are grown, and while they seem to enjoy my company, they never need me to wipe their noses. Truth be told, my grandchildren are a different story. I’m glad to report that my mother wipes her own nose, too.
We All Have/Had a Mother
Joking aside, whatever our personal circumstances, we all have/had mothers, and our mothers, whether natural, spiritual, or adoptive, may have gifted us with their wise counsel. Therefore, I spent some time thinking about my mom and her various oft-repeated pieces of advice. Feel free to comment, letting me know what invaluable advice your mother might have given to you.
My Mom’s Advice
Here’s the advice that totally changed what my life might have been:
- Make the most of what you have. If it is clean, tidy, and decorated to the best of your ability, it will look good and make you happy.
- Enjoy who you have when you have them. Don’t waste your energy longing for those who aren’t there. Celebrate with whoever is there; don’t wait until everyone can be present.
- Love your children passionately. Never stop, no matter what. Enjoy dates with them—even if they miss school! Also, remember that you cannot be all your child needs, so be happy when other (trusted) adults minister to your kids. Return the favor.
Of course, I am sure much more was passed down, but these are what I remember. Thanks, Mom.
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