A comment about mother’s day on a support forum caught my eye this week and got me thinking:
Exuse how blunt this sounds.I mean come on these ladies celebrating mothers day do go through allot of challenges being moms.And we go through just as much tts sometimes i think much more than what they go through.But does anyone recognise that!!
I started thinking about how easily we pass judgement on people’s lives, just as outsiders looking in. We getting a fleeting glimpse into somebody’s life and think we know what they’re going through or that what we’ve been through or are going through is far worse. I wondered if this woman or any other woman for that matter, were to pass me in a shopping mall, see me pushing my pram, my baby sleeping in it or if she sat next to me in church, would she automatically make the assumption that while I face challenges as a new mother, that her challenges are far greater because she’s infertile. I wondered if she’d stop to think about what it took for me to get to the place called motherhood. If she’d think her challenges were greater if she knew that I’d had 2 surgeries, a million needle pricks, 3 IUI’s, 5 IVF’s, multiple chemical pregnancies and 7 miscarriages over a period of 7 years.
Mothers come in all forms, all shapes, all sizes and all types. From those who have the spirit and heart of a mother but empty aching arms, to those who’ve suffered through the horror of stillbirth and infant death, to those who’ve battled through years of infertility to finally be blessed with a living breathing child.
So to all the mothers and mom’s to be out there, I’d like to acknowledge you and your sacrifice (whatever that maybe) this mothers day.
It will be a bitter-sweet day for me, my first mothers day as the mother of a living breathing baby, but I will also remember those babies lost, the lives that could not be.
But most of all, I will be thinking of our birth mother, of her sacrifice, of her ultimate gift of love.
I wonder if you passed her in the super market, in a restaurant, in that fleeting moment when you looking her eyes and get a glimpse of her, how will you judge her, childless and carefree? Or a mother who demonstrated the ultimate in selfless love for her child?
And to all my friends celebrating their first mothers day…. I hope you have a lovely day and get spoiled rotten and get the acknowledgement you deserve for how you laboured for your child. God knows, my child may not have been birthed by me, but I laboured long and hard for her!