Tomorrow is Mothers Day. Mothers Day is something different for me then it is for any of my friends or family. Something that a lot of people don’t understand.
I have celebrated Mothers Day my whole life. First as a child with my mother and my grandmothers. Then in 2006 when I fell in love I celebrated with my mom and my boyfriends mother. To me she was just as important, because she had mothered the man that I had fallen in love with. Then in 2007, I celebrated as an expectant Mom. By 2008, I had my own baby in my arms when I was celebrated for the Mother that I now was. In 2009, my second child was now with me for the celebration and I also had a god daughter celebrating me as a Mother.
In 2011, I was a Mother who was childless half the time. You see, I had got a divorce. My ex and I had split custody and for 2 or 3 days every week I was alone. Not many Mothers, if any have children planning on being away from them a couple of days out of every week. I was celebrating Mothers Day much differently that year. It was hard to wrap my head around this new found role for myself. How to be the best Mom that I could be while they were with me and learning how to live without them in my house. During those days, I was still a Mom just without any children. I never stopped thinking about them, loving them or making decisions that I believed they could be proud of.
By 2012 I was remarried, had gained 3 amazing step children and was pregnant with my 3rd biological child. Man how things had changed over the last year and a half. I now was being celebrated as a Mother in so many ways. The Mother who gave birth to children, a step mother who loved and cared for 3 step children as her own and a mother who was pregnant with the baby boy who was going to tie us all together for a lifetime.
This year in 2015 I have six children that I am mother to. They are all at my home as I write this. I do laundry for all of them, cook for all of them and tuck them all into bed with a hug, kiss and an I love you. They are all my children. Each of them loves me and relies on me to be Mom. Different days, different times, different ways. We got here through a different path…but I wouldn’t change it. My 2 year old understands and can explain it to you if you need help….he says “Isaiah has 2 Moms”. Yes, yes he does and what is wrong with that?
Happy Mothers Day