If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it (or at least thought it) a thousand times. This motherhood gig is hard.
It’s tiring and trying.
It’s long days and sometimes longer nights.
It’s worry-filled as much as it’s wonder-ful.
There are times when the weight of it comes to bear. And there are times I wonder if my mom felt the same.
She didn’t know she wouldn’t be here to tell me, and I didn’t know I would need to ask. When she died a few weeks after I graduated college, I didn’t even know who I was then, let alone that I’d one day be a mom with all the questions and doubts and fears that a girl still needs a mother for well past her childhood.
It’s a strange thing, walking into motherhood without the one who gave you life still holding your hand. It can be lonely and raw and feel all a bit unfair somedays.
Maybe your mom died like mine. Maybe your mom left on her own accord. Maybe your mom is sick and doesn’t have the capacity or will or both to be a mom anymore. If for any reason you are also a motherless mother, I’m here to say I get it. And maybe we can just sit in this place together?
Maybe your mom is still very much a part of your life. Maybe your mom helps you through the hard and is an integral part of your children’s lives. But maybe you still feel the weight of motherhood in all it’s heavy and could still use someone else speaking truth and love into your life through the changing seasons motherhood brings?
Sometimes the best thing we can say and hear is, “Me too.”
Sometimes the best friend we can be is just a friend to “be.”
A couple of weeks ago I needed a friend to just “be,” so I called the one friend that I can cry with, laugh with and “be” with easier than most and we sat on my porch for a couple of hours and did just that. We laughed. We cried. We just were. And it was like salve for my weary soul.
I like to think if my mom was still here, she would come running when I called. I actually know she would and somedays that hurts worse than anything, because she’s not just a phone call away. But God has given me people in her place – not to take her place, but to take a seat on the porch and help fill the void. And I can look back over the years and see all the people He’s put in my life that have helped bridge the gap and answer questions and love me like a mother would.
There will never be another who is my mom, but there are people who are like a mother and I hope I can be the same to someone or some many before my time is up. There is power in loving others out of a love you’ve known and lost and there is power in loving others through the love of the One who never leaves nor forsakes.
My Mother’s Day wish this year and most every year since being without mine is that neither her memory, nor her legacy would be lost. And in learning to live into the role of a mother having been loved and raised by a really great one, I think that wish is granted.
I mess up more than most and most every day. But when my girl can lie next to me in bed at night like she did recently, snuggle up close and tell me in her sweet 6 year-old voice that she forgives me for the mistakes I made that day, I guess I’m a step ahead. Maybe the biggest thing we can all give one another – and most importantly ourselves – is grace. And every now and then a cup of coffee and some time on the porch to work out the hard together. The invitation is open.
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Love this so much! I’m sitting on my virtual porch with you, coffee in hand! Thank you for sharing and spreading God’s grace and love. I think those two things are often overlooked in the business of daily life. It takes a conscious effort to spread them both and you are a great example of that!
What a sweet reply, Ashley. I’ll sit here and sip coffee with you a while, friend! Thanks for being here and sharing grace. xoxo
Thanks for your heart felt words. I can’t call my mom anymore or share with her my fears or happy times. But I try to remember she was always there for me. She still is, she just doesn’t remember as well. Happy Mothers Day!
I’m sorry I didn’t reply to you sooner, Marilyn! Thank you for reading. I’m sorry your mom isn’t “present” anymore, that has to be so hard. Thank goodness for the good memories. <3 I hope you had a beautiful Mother's Day! xoxo
Loved this, Meredith. Yes to giving ourselves and others the gift of grace. 🙂 My own lovely mom is aging, so I realize I won’t have her forever, but years ago, God spoke to me that it was my time to step up to the plate and be a mom to others. Grace to you, friend.
I have been terrible at looking at comments! There is no doubt you are an amazing mom to many! Love your heart and always love your words. I hope you had a beautiful Mother’s Day, Betsy!