When you become a mom, you come to understand how inadequate the word “empathy” is. Because when my son is hurting I don’t just understand & share his pain. His pain IS my pain. When he feels pride in an accomplishment you can bet that pride is seeping out of my pours. And when he’s happy life is good and all my other problems seem smaller and more manageable.
If we all really knew before we decided to have kids that this is what we’d be in for we might have stuck with the birth control. After all, what this means is my mom’s been through the distress and drama of TWO divorces, one from her 1st husband and my divorce from mine. It means that I have been through the anguish of middle school twice. It’s not that our childrens’ experiences are our experiences, but the emotional fallout is.
But I didn’t know so I did become a mom, and now I can’t imagine life without this richness and amazing intensity. Both the gifts and blows of being a parent have done so much to shape who I am. It’s turned the mere act of living into a more passionate, thrilling, frightening and wonderful adventure. I’m so grateful for that and I’m so appreciative of my mom who has stood by me during all the good times and bad because now that I’m a mom, I understand what that took.
So Happy Mother’s Day to her and to all the moms who stand strong through the pain and elation of parenting. This is one holiday that you have personally earned.