There is no other job in this world that is more stressful, more worrisome, more tiresome, and more rewarding than that of being a Mother. Our children are our greatest treasure, our legacy, our most beloved jewel. There is nothing we are more protective of, nothing we would fight more furiously for, nothing we wouldn’t do more for than our children. From the moment of their first breathe until our last, they are our world.
We nurse them, coddle them, calm their fears, and read them stories. We stand outside their world and watch them grow. We take pride in their smallest achievements and soar with each milestone from their first steps to their graduation day and beyond. Soon, we stand back and nervously hand over the car keys hoping and praying as we send them out into the world that we did our job. Not only in that we have raised good, honest, God-fearing young adults, but those who also have a kind heart and a giving spirit.
I have accomplished numerous things in my life that I am proud of, but nothing can compare with the pride that swells inside me each time I gaze upon my children. I have been blessed with three and they could not be more different from each other if they tried. Their individuality, their uniqueness, their strong personalities, and style make them who they are.
My son and eldest, Keifer, is a stunningly handsome young man with green eyes and light blond hair. He is the sunshine of my life. He grew up as the stereotypical jock with a comedic sense of humor and quick wit. He has more charm than the law allows and it allotted him a free pass more than once with many authority figures. He was always the leader of any mischief that could be thought of. He was the one who gave me my first worry lines and grey hair. He is now a soldier in the US Army and being deployed next month. Needless to say, I have many tears, grey hairs and more worry lines in my near future.
My middle child and oldest daughter, Alyssa, was blessed with the most gorgeous, thick, chestnut hair and the largest doe eyes that are such a dark brown they appear almost black. She is the guiding star of my life. She has persevered against all odds and has more strength than anyone I have ever known. She has a pure heart, loving spirit, and a willingness to always give to others. She graduates from high school in a couple of weeks and is anxious to begin the next chapter in her life.
The baby of my trio, Joslyn, was born with strawberry blonde hair and large dark brown eyes much like her sisters. She is my mini-me. Since the day she arrived, she has been my joy. While we look almost identical, share a love of reading and creativity, our personalities are as different as night and day. Her siblings have more of my youthful wildness in them and she is notably more like her father in her calm demeanor, passiveness, and ability to analyze a situation first before she reacts. A trait I truly admire and am still aspiring for myself.
While I have only given birth to three children I have been fortunate enough to ‘adopt’ a few strays as we teasingly call them. Friends of our children have, through the years, come to call me momma as well and I look at them as my children. They are an amazing group of young people who I am thrilled to have in our lives. They never knock when they arrive, they help themselves to anything in the kitchen and make themselves at home…very much like the three I bore. Some have moved in during transition periods of their lives, share holidays with us and become part of our family.
I am a firm believer in the more the merrier and have the tendency to lean towards the theory of chaos. Our family is far from perfect. We fight, we sometimes scream, but we love each other unconditionally and we never go to bed angry. No matter what, we always hug and kiss at the end of every day and tell one another we love them because tomorrow is never guaranteed. It is always better to swallow a little pride or hurt feelings because in the end, we only have each other and the love that binds us together.
Being a mother is my greatest accomplishment and something I would never change if I could do it all again. My children have taught me far more than I have ever taught them and they have made me a better person for as much as they have brought to my life.
So, I send out a very heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day to every mother out there who has a story similar to my own. I know you understand what I feel when you look upon your children. I know you feel that same love, beauty, and awe in your heart, the same sense of pride, and know that nothing in this world we achieve will ever be as thrilling as the precious life that calls us ‘Mom’.
~A. L. Waddington, Author