This year I got a little reflective about Mother’s Day and what it meant for me as a Mama to Judah, and also my own Mum.
We get family photos done every year at Christmas and at other times, but I had never taken photos of just me and my little boy so I decided it was about time.
I can get pretty sentimental these days. Each year I get older, and each year my little guy grows bigger, I very often catch my breath with how fast it is all going. I wanted to capture how funny he is, how full his heart is with life and love for his family. And I wanted some pictures of just me and him so that one day when I’m old and grey, I can look at them and remember today, just as we both were. So in love with this little man of mine.
Growing up, I knew that I was lucky. I had an amazing family and I always felt safe and secure and loved. I don’t think I ever took that for granted, but I probably didn’t fully realize the impact of that on my life until I was older.
I remember when I first moved out with my best friend at the age of 20, my parents were pretty worried about me and probably mostly for my safety. I know now, being a parent myself just how they may have felt. No matter what your child is doing, or how old they are, you never stop being concerned for their well being. My boy is on my mind 24 hours a day. And I’m thankful I get the opportunity to be that person for him. He’s such a great human to care for and love.
But it was my own Mum who showed me how to be a good Mama to my son. My Mum has been there for me my entire life. She pushed us in a positive way to be the best we could be at whatever we were doing. She was a Godly example of a wife and woman I wanted to become. She took care of our family, day in and day out, and I never knew how hard of a job that was until I did it myself. It’s long days, and many times so thankless, but so incredibly rewarding.
She was the person who was there for me through so many things that a daughter can only share with her Mum. It was my Mum that helped me pick my wedding dress. It is my Mum that I call for every good and bad thing that happens on a daily basis. It is my Mum that I can count on for help in any situation to this very day, and she will get in the car and change plans to help me.
Mum, I know you are reading this, and because I am not a person who is very good at saying these things face to face, it’s my way of telling you….that nothing you have done for me in my life has gone unnoticed. I can’t tell you how many times a week I catch myself doing something the way you do it, or saying something you would. You don’t realize it until it happens, but what you taught us, sunk in.
Maybe most of all, I think I am thankful for a Mum who I know, prays for me and my little family every day.
I will often watch my Mum and Judah together and it makes my heart smile. Judah loves his “Ammie” so much and it is amazing to me because it’s how I felt about my own Grandma – my “Omi”. I loved her with the same love that I see between my own Mum and son and I’m so thankful that I get to see that love happen again.
If you are lucky enough to still have your own Mother in your life, please tell her you love her. Even if you have to blog about it to be able to get the words out straight (like me), do it. I think we all need to hear it sometimes. As parents, we so often think of what we might be doing wrong or maybe we are reminded of the mistakes we are making with our children, either by them, or by someone else. But you know what? You are doing a fabulous job. It’s so hard. It’s painful sometimes, but your children love you more than anything in the world, and to them, you are everything. Never forget that you, as their Mother, are the person that is making your family whole, and a home, and a place they will always come home to.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you women out there, past and present, who have raised children or cared for other children not your own. You are amazing.
– Judah’s Mama