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| SUCH a beautiful family! |
“Motherhood” is a word whose meaning has changed for me over the
years. I used to have a very narrow
definition of the word, but now, having been blessed with two children by birth
and five through adoption, my heart has been opened to all that the word can
mean.
I am mom, mommy, and momma.
I am the mom who got up at night with them when they were babies, the
mom who cares for them when they are sick, the mom who cries with them and for
them, the mom who cheers them on and delights in their victories, the mom who
advocates for them, the mom who reads to them and plays with them, the mom who
stays up far too late the night before their parties decorating their cakes,
the mom who teaches them, the mom who knows them...each one of them, the mom
who disciplines them, the mom who holds them and rocks them and kisses away
their tears, the mom who prays with them and prays for them and teaches them
about a Father who loves them more than even I do, the mom who encourages them
and inspires them, the mom who worries about them, the mom who has the
privilege of watching them grow and seeing who they will become, the mom who
gets to be there every day, witnessing a life.
What an incredible honor!
But five of them have other moms.
In the beginning, I will admit that I didn’t see them that way. I thought that since I was the one parenting
them, I was the “real” mom, but slowly, my eyes and heart were open to the
truth. My children are a part of their
other moms. They would not be who they
are without both of us. And that is the
truth of it. We are both their
mothers. And I am the lucky one. I am the one who gets to be there. What their other moms wouldn’t give to be
able to be the ones to see these precious little lives unfolding!
Some days, the weight of it burdens me. I can start to think that I need to be the
perfect mom because I have this exceptional privilege, because their other moms
in some way entrusted me to raise their children. That is a standard I simply cannot live up
to. But I try to remember that perfect
is impossible and that I can only do my best.
Now, my definition of “motherhood” includes the mothers who are
not raising their children. For some,
that was a choice made out of love for their child, for others, a choice based
on necessity, and still others, not a choice at all, having their child removed
from their care for a variety of reasons that seem to include things like
addiction, mental illness, homelessness, or having no parenting model
themselves. My definition also includes
grandmas raising their grandchildren, foster moms raising children temporarily
or forever, mothers with empty arms who have lost children to miscarriage or
stillbirth, and of course, mothers who are not yet mothers, those who are
waiting to become mothers, whether those waiting on a much wished-for pregnancy
or those in the long wait to adopt. They
are all mothers. And thankfully, so am
I.
"In Celebration of Mothers" is a weekly series about, well, motherhood. Do you have a story you'd like to share about your own experiences as a mom or someone else's? Be sure to contact me at dhsticklen(at)gmail(dot)com.
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I too am thankful to be a mom!
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