By Piper Bayard
image by Sam Pullara, wikimedia commons
It’s children who deliver mothers into the world. Before children, we are daughters, girlfriends, and wives. But until we love a child, we are not mothers. The part of us that grows into a mother remains a child until a child becomes more important to us than we are to ourselves.
Mother’s Day is the day we honor the women who were delivered by children. The women who love us more than they love themselves, whether they are our actual mothers and grandmothers, or the sisters and mentors who have come into our lives and taught us what love means.
This Sunday, I will not only be thinking of my beloved mother, who smiles down on me as I love her grandchildren and laughs at me each time I use the klunky electric skillet I teased her about. I will also be made complete with gratitude toward my children. The people who gave birth to the mother in me. I would not be me without them.
This one is for the babies. The ones who keep us forever young . . . Thank you.
To all women who love a child more than they love themselves, Happy Mothers Day.
All the best to all of you for staying forever young.
