Happy Mother’s Day

Posted on: June 1, 2008

Today (May 11) is Mother’s Day. What is Mothers Day for anyway? Do we really need a specific day in the year to celebrate Mother’s Day? As I see mothers all over the world juggle between multiple responsibilities to bring up their kids, I wonder where do they get their strength? Is it due to some “motherhood” gene in their DNA that is hardwired into their brain?

No matter what it is, motherhood is special… whether you are a mother to your kids, or to your pets, or to your elderly parents or dependents. As one mother to another, I salute you all.

Here is something that I received from a dear friend, a wonderful mother herself:

  • This is for all mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke, “It’s okay honey, Mommy (or Amma) is here”;
  • For all mothers who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can’t be comforted;
  • This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse;
  • For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON’T;
  • This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes;
  • This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors;
  • And for all the mothers who endured the sweltering sun at football , hockey or cricket games instead of watching from the air conditioned comfort of their cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see me, Mom?” they could say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it;
  • This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens;
  • This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words;
  • This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat;
  • For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. And then read it again. “Just one more time”;
  • This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead;
  • This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot;
  • This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home — or even away at college;
  • This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them;
  • For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green;
  • This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war;

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone, climbing the bus for the very first time, or entering the school gate with tears in their eyes when they look back?

The jolt that it takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation…

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all and for all of us.

Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.

Dr. Vijaya Krishnan

vsakotai [at] yahoo [dot] com

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