A day to honor moms, and one or two in particular
I’m half way through mother’s day. It’s been a solidly great day so far.
I woke up unnaturally early to participate in the local Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I’ve been doing this ever since losing my aunt to breast cancer a few years ago. I would never say she lost her battle because, quite frankly, she was the strongest woman I’ve ever met. And, she fought her personal experience with cancer so patiently and with such grace that it might not even be accurately described as battling or waging war or some other violent analogy. She was an amazing human being. And, though the anniversary of her passing doesn’t occur on or around Mother’s Day, I always think of her all day on this day. I think of her not just because I spend the first half of every Mother’s Day participating in the race—being among nearly 50,000 other people remembering or celebrating women affected by breast cancer—but it’s also become a family tradition that my husband, children and I look forward to doing. I love spending time with my family as a family…laughing, squabbling, whatever. It’s my family. And, honestly, without them I wouldn’t even be a mother. So, I choose to spend the whole day with them (minus the naps I had to wrestle them into after the race. Don’t children ever get tired?!?!) But, yes, I enjoy spending mom’s day with my children. I also like to relax and thus, draw the line at performing any tasks that would qualify as household maintenance like chores, cooking or laundry . It’s important to me that I spend time with my own mom, too—I feel fortunate to live not so far from her. So, we’re going to dinner with my parents as well as my brother, sister-in-law and nieces. Sounds typical? Or worse, mundane? It isn’t.
My son gave me a beautiful present this morning that he made by himself in preschool. He was so proud. He hid it in a secret place and couldn’t wait to play scavenger hunt with me to find it. It brought tears to my eyes not because of my urge to imagine looking back on that moment 20 years from now and feel nostalgic, but rather I chose to cherish him now and appreciate him for the silly, thoughtful, sometimes stubborn little guy he is. I’m thankful that I’m his mom. I’m thankful that the little guy gave me an opportunity, a reason to be a mother…even on these days when I have to coax him to do things like take a nap after a long morning of pulling his sister in our wagon through a crowd of thousands.
Happy Mother’s Day all!