Mother’s Day

To me, this is a day about being grateful that my kids have chosen me as their mother. 

I am honored to be a mom of three. And that they are all three still in my life. We are in good relations with each other, all four of us. 

I hear many stories about kids no longer being in contact with one or both parents. Also, dads and sometimes even moms who are not talking to their kids anymore for whatever reason.

That is so sad.

And something I cannot imagine. 

I love my kids. They are unique human beings. All three are very different in looks, character, and even beliefs. 

I find them interesting and want to learn from them. They have a fresh way of looking at the world. I love their ideas, way of thinking, and creativity.

My youngest asked me one day for a school project: what is love to you?

I replied with a question: love for what? 

• I love my cats. Meaning I feed them, clean their litter boxes, and cuddle them.
• I love my bed. So I make it every morning and spend as much time in it as possible.
• I love my partner. So I want to spend time with him, take care of him, and give him the better half of the food I cook, even if it is my favorite.
• I love my kids unconditionally. So I respect their choices even if I sometimes (or maybe even often) do not understand them; I will always be there for them no matter what.

She asked me: what if I would kill someone?
Me: I would still love you and be there for you.
Her: You are crazy.

It is a cliche but so true: 
One cannot understand a parent’s love until one holds their firstborn.

So Mother’s Day to me is not about receiving flowers or candy. 

My kids love me 365 days a year, and they show it by talking to, being with, and respecting me. They help me, educate me. Share their thoughts and ideas with me. 

This makes me super grateful.

If Mother’s Day does anything to me, it makes me miss my Mom even more. She was my best friend. I often say: I hope I am not as important to my kids as my Mom is to me because that frightens me.

Motherhood is a gift, not a given.
Having a mother is also a gift, not a given.

I treasure it.

I wish you do too. 

And if, for whatever reason, you are not in contact with your Mom or child, this is an excellent day to reflect on that and ask yourself if it is worth it.

Don’t get me wrong. I understand that sometimes it is. But mostly, I hear trivial stories. 

Know that once they are gone, there is nothing you can do about the situation anymore. Nobody knows what tomorrow brings or if tomorrow even comes.

So you should take action today. Pick up that phone. Write that message. Send flowers or candy. Anything. 

Just take a step.