How Do You Define Motherhood?
How do you define motherhood? Is it simply giving birth to a baby, or is motherhood about the care that goes into being there for your child all day every day, 24/7?
Some people think of motherhood as being the ultimate job, the one that little girls dream about. Others give mothers no respect at all. Because we don't earn a paycheck for the
work we do, they think somehow it's less valuable. They don't
define motherhood as being an important role, especially in
Here is a little something that I received and wanted to pass along. Although I don't know who wrote it, I think it's beautiful and something every mother can relate to. And it truly
does define motherhood.
Life's Definition of Motherhood
This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-aid saying,
'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for all the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football, soccer, or softball games
instead of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?'
they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world,' and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids
in the grocery store and swat them in despair
when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry,
so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight Moon'
twice a night for a year. And then read
it again, 'Just one more time.'
This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns
automatically when a little voice calls,'Mom?'
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home--or even away at college--
or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd
be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from
the school nurse an hour later asking them to please
pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray,
who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school
shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers
who sat in front of their TVs in horror,
hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she watches
her son or daughter disappear down the street,
walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread,
from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand
on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know
they are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal
and so our thoughts are for young mothers
stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation....
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us....
Hang in there. In the end we can only do
the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And never stop being a mother.
I think this does really define motherhood. It's not always an
easy job, but it's one that we gladly do, with love. To be able
to truly define motherhood, one has to experience it. I hope
you have gained a little insight on what it means to define
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