Happy Mother’s Day

All over the place this week there are posts about motherhood.  Do you want gifts for Mother’s Day? Or do you want pee alone time, sleep in my bed alone time, reading adult books time, shopping alone time, chatting with my girlfriends about stuff other than poop, sleep, dishes, siblings, school, activities, and can I pleasssssseeee play on my iPad alone time?  Oh wait that’s me, but there was a time in my life when I had all the alone time I wanted.  Pre-marriage and kids days.  And do you know what I wanted then–Not to be alone!

For Mother’s Day I would like balance.  Some alone time would be great so I could continue or maybe even finish the book I’m currently reading, a break from cooking or thinking about cooking but I would still love to spend time with my kids where they give me their beautiful Mother’s Day creations so I hang on to them in a box to pull out again when they are gone living their life and I’m feeling a alone.
Mama’s Flowers: Mother’s Day

 

If I Was Never A Mother 

If I was never a mother, I would never have known 
the closeness of morning cuddles, 
the tenderness of little fingers clasping my hand, 
the trusting, loving eyes that gaze up at me during feedings, 
the shriek of giggles from mama’s tickles, 
the middle of the night bed hijackers or blanket pirates, 
the sweet sound of the first ‘I love you mama’, 
the smile of triumph at new things accomplished, 
the needy cuddles of comfort when things don’t go the way they thought, 
the bedtime stories and end of day chats, 
the squeal of delight at new discoveries, 
the crushing hugs when I return home doesn’t matter how long I was gone 5 minutes, 5 hours, 5 days.

If I was never a mother I would never have known my own capacity to love to the deepest depths of my heart and to give it away freely.  I would never have truly understood my own mother and all she had ever done for me and still continues to do.  But I do know as I do with my mother that mom feels like home and mom will be seeked out in the greatest times of happiness and heartache.  My mom is my mountain and I now am the mountain to three.  

By Bonnie Dani

Me and my mom

Love you mom and you will always be strong and beautiful to me.