Mother’s Day

​Being a mom…what a joyful burden. It is life’s greatest oxymoron. 

The amount of feeling that goes into every choice and every action that these humans make is abundant. The constant evaluating, resetting, shifting, discipline, tenderness…

Sometimes it feels too heavy…

But then comes a lightness of a hug, a kiss, an “I love you” or “will you snuggle me”. 

I have never been so intrinsically aware of my downfalls, my flaws, my choices. 

I pray the storms, even though they may be violent, are soon to be met with sunshine and a time to rebuild. I pray that this and the moments that are heavy remains a moment that finds its way to the next point.  

Conversations in relation to rain that have had recently

- “The sky is crying too!”

- “We call it liquid sunshine.”

The juxtaposition of the two has my heart honing in on this idea of the season, the attitude, the build up…rain is more than water from the sky, the intensity, the temperature, the duration all feed into the way that I am able to appreciate the rain and the brightness of the sun dictates the presence of a rainbow. Maybe that is the focal point that I need to keep. Maybe the end of it is hope and faith that we are strong enough to endure, strong enough to love, strong enough to be broken and soaked but still go outside and look for the rainbow. 

Happy Mothers Day to the hearts of the longing, the burdened, the thriving, the loved and the missed!

Happy Mother’s Day to the overworked, defeated, and those holding on by a thread.

Happy Mother’s Day to those that were celebrated and those that weren’t. 

Happy Mother’s Day to those that are expecting and those that are surviving! 

Happy Mothers Day to you!