It’s Mother’s Day, and I am reflecting on my parenting journey. It started unexpectedly 21 years ago, and has been pretty unconventional ever since, really.
Parenting is not easy. It is, perhaps, the hardest work I have done in my life. It is also the most important and the most rewarding. It has stretched me more than I could have imagined. It has taught me about life and about myself things I could not have learned any other way.
Today I am glad to be where I am.
I am glad to have been taught so many valuable lessons by my kids-
Don’t give up trying just because it’s hard.
Don’t give in when you’re sure it’s important.
Make sure you always have a good supply of paper and sticky tape.
Everything is possible.
There is always something to be thankful for.
We don’t make a big deal of Mother’s Day. There is no big fuss. A small gift, and a meal together if we can. I don’t need gifts to commemorate a day. Receiving gifts is not what being a mother is about. I did not become a mother in order to receive.
But here’s the beauty of parenting. Without trying, or doing anything intentionally my children are gifts. They are gifts as they simply live their lives as their best selves, and they give me gifts everyday just by being.