Being Mom in the Month of May
Welcome to the toughest, most rewarding job you’ll ever have.
Last night I woke up to my son’s cry. I comforted him for hours. My back is aching today. Yesturday he wanted to paint. I amused him with finger paint. It’s now stained in the cracks of our hardwood floor. Tonight’s pleas to read those 5 books before bedtime might come with hesitation on my part but end with 25 gentle kisses and hugs and his love in return.
In Melissa Joan Hart’s words on how motherhood has changed her, “I feel much more run down and have a lot less time for the simple things like reading a book and dinner with friends. But being a mom is the most rewarding thing in the world. Holding a cold, metallic statue will never fulfill you the way your child’s little smile will.”
Take a step back and look at the big picture of motherhood and all the joy it brings.
The month of may is a reminder of May flowers, the spring breeze and the hope of summer warmth. It’s a month that promises to lift the winter dull and bring green goodness.
The toughest and most rewarding time in my life came in the month of May. The deepest pain of loosing my sister Christine and later nearly my own was transformed by a micracle, a gift of new life. My beautiful son Madac was born in the month of May. In May we celebrate our mothers, ourselves, life and the joy of a new beginning. It’s Spring afterall.
Imagine looking down on your life. What joy can you see? Try holding on to that moment as you move through your day.
