“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
For some reason, this quote from Charles Dickens reminds me of motherhood, at least my pilgrimage to and through motherhood. Being a mother is the most fulfilling, heartwarming, satisfying, inspiring, God-given gift in the world. Sometimes though, it can break your heart. Being a mother means you are vulnerable and open and approachable, which in turn means that you can be hurt. Only a mother could cry through a long night only to see the dawn with a joyful, hopeful expectation, ready to love again.
Mothers have their own special cheering section in Heaven. Mothers know things dads will never know. Mothers are capable of experiencing the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. A mother is eternal.
Please accept these thoughts on motherhood; these words of description; these parallels of dichotomy; this attempt at explanation of the wonders of motherhood.
Watching….Waiting
Smiling….Crying
Heartwarming….Heartbreaking
Fun-filled….Fearful
Laughing….Leaping
Holding….Hating
Bearing….Bothering
Loving….Languishing
Exhilarated….Exhausted
Wonder….Wander
Capturing….Catapulting
Peaceful….Perplexing
Enveloping….Enabling
Helping….Hindering
Love…….Plain and simple
Happy Mother’s Day everyone, no matter what path led you to motherhood.
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone who has loved a child with all of your heart.
Happy Mother’s Day to those who have loved and lost and those who lost their mother along the way. We are all the same….we who love…we understand each other…
Our blood flows coarsely through our veins and our hearts beat as one.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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