Our first mother’s day.
The words feel just as strange being typed as they do being spoken out loud. Baby Alexander is nearly two months old and although we see him and hold him every day it still feels surreal that we are parents. I wonder if, in reality, the feeling of awe never quite goes away. That all the mothers and fathers everywhere just hide the fact that no matter how old their child is there’s something surreal about the fact that a whole being is your responsibility and you are helping them on their own journey through life. That my mother looks at me or at my brother and thinks, “I can’t believe that I’m a mom,” when she looks at me as a grown man with a child of his own now.
As I sit next to my wife at the end our first mother’s day as new parents, I find myself in awe at all of the work she has done so far and all of the work she does every day in caring for our son. I think of all of the work my mother and my grandmother before her have put into my life. I see the work that Christine’s mother has done. I think of sacrifices small and large that were made for both Christine and I to be who we are and where we are today and marvel.
By their simple presence, mothers are there to guide, to support, to give of themselves spiritually and physically. I am reminded of the dicho (proverb):
Una onza de madre vale una tonelada de cura. – Spanish Proverb
An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.
The quote is one that I had heard so often and even reflected on in the past. Having witnessed my son’s birth and seeing my wife as a mother and seeing her guided by the mother’s before her, I see my mother, my grandmother, and the mothers that I encounter each day as friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and strangers in a new light.
Happy mother’s day.