As the weekend unfolds with the joy of celebrating mothers, I find myself sipping my coffee while my little ones are lost in Saturday morning cartoons. The essence of Mother's Day has brought moments of reflection and gratitude for the gift of motherhood.
Before having my own children, I always cherished celebrating my mom, as I was fortunate to have a wonderful one. It wasn't until I stepped into motherhood myself that I truly understood the significance of honoring moms. And, if you were to ask me, being a mama for 9 years now, I truly believe that mamas deserve to be celebrated every day, not just on a designated one.
As a child, there's a innocence in believing that your mom exists solely to tend to your every whim. The common refrains of "mom, I'm hungry," "I want a snack," or the classic "mom, come wipe me," effortlessly flow out of our mouths, oblivious to the million other tasks she juggles. Or, how we often fail to grasp why our moms suddenly transform into mama bears, especially when we accidentally disrupt their well-deserved ten-minute nap they asked for a hundred times.
And then, as we transition from dependent children to self-assured teenagers who think we have all the answers, it's common to see our caregivers in a different light. The woman who once seemed like a beacon of knowledge and guidance can suddenly appear clueless in our eyes. Isn't it funny how as a child we cling onto every word that our mama says with unwavering trust and belief in her wisdom? But then, as we grow older and face situations like meeting a boy who may not be the best fit for us or finding ourselves in scenarios that seem uncertain, suddenly, it's as if our moms have no idea what they are talking about.
In my opinion, there are certain aspects of life that simply require a firsthand experience to truly understand, and becoming a mother stands out as a prime example of that. You suddenly realize the reason behind your mom's impromptu outbursts or her uncanny ability to spot trouble from miles away. And then the biggest realization they are are just not your mom. In the chaotic symphony of life, there comes a moment when you see beyond the label of "mom" and uncover the intricate layers of the woman behind it all. It hits you that she's not just a mother, but a daughter, a wife, an employee, the chief orchestrator of the household's daily rhythms. Balancing roles of a maid, a chef, an Uber driver shuttling you to every activity, she selflessly ensures your success while her own needs quietly wait their turn.
You find yourself having a new found appreciation for the moments your mom's smile graced your childhood memories. The significance of her smiles deepens as you realize she wore that expression during times of unspoken exhaustion, marriage pressures, or the invisible battles with anxiety and depression.
As I reflect on the intricate dance of motherhood, it dawns on me that my mama is nothing short of a reflection of myself, that we are both trying to be our best selves. It's a moment of understanding when the roles reverse, and you find yourself in her shoes, juggling endless responsibilities and yearning for just a brief moment to yourself. The chaos and noise of everyday life, punctuated by hungry pleas and urgent demands, serve as a reminder of the unwavering strength and love that mothers embody. Mother's Day, for me, is not just a day of celebration, but a tribute to the remarkable resilience and selflessness of women like my mom, who effortlessly where a million hats life throws their way without ever faltering. Tomorrow, as I celebrate my mom, I honor not only her role as a phenomenal mother but also her unmatched ability to navigate life's challenges with grace and grit.
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