The Big World Of Mother Love
On this Mother’s Day, I’m reminded of a scene I witnessed while waiting for a bowl of soup. The restaurant had cushioned backseats meant for two people to sit side by side. A young woman sat next to another woman, an older version of herself. Their noses sloped the same way, and their skin reflected the olive tones of their lineage. They chewed their foods the same, like violin bows in synchrony. Lying between them propped by cushions and flanked by pillows was a baby boy happily playing with his toes and cooing in a language clearly understood by both women. They seemed quite relaxed while enjoying their meal and conversing with one another all the while aware of the baby space between them. They alternated encouraging glances and loving touches. And then the baby began to fuss. The young mom shook the rattling toy in attempt to reset him in contentment. It was his grandmother, however, that lifted him from his restlessness, rose from the cushioned backed chair, and began the baby strut; you know, the walk/bounce/serenade that mothers do to soothe an unhappy child. I watched her worn and aged-spotted hands recall without effort the magic touch needed to redirect whimpers of discontent to happier sounds of comfort. I suspect she remembered the same pacifying techniques used with her daughter so many years ago. The baby fell asleep as she lullabied softly into his ear.
This sweet and loving scene was such a tender reminder of the continuum of a mom’s love. Young motherhood is such a simple time; yet seldom feels that way. Although I saw the focused attention the young mom bestowed on her baby, the older, more knowing mom embodied a bit more all-encompassing wisdom. I sensed it, because I, too have cultivated a bit of a bird’s eye view into the vast world of motherhood. Wisdom knows the tiny hand of a baby will not always fit safely his mother’s grasp. Wisdom knows it is easier to wipe the tears from a skinned knee than it is to witness tears from a broken heart. Wisdom knows the path of motherhood will stretch the heart in ways never imagined. At times, joy will elevate the soul to new heights; and at times heartache will threaten every surety once known. Wisdom knows the rocky road but also knows how love has the capacity for the last word.
Today, we appreciate the vast world of motherhood. We note new moms who are celebrating their first Mother’s Day. This is a very happy day for them. By contrast, many will mark this as the first Mother’s Day seeped in grief. Regardless of age, losing your mom can be like losing your North Star. For them, there will be quiet moments of deep sadness. And then, there are the “other mothers” who, despite not having children of their own, make a difference for others through the offering of love, support, and commitment. Mother-in-laws, aunts, sisters, and teachers can have a profound impact on the trajectory of another’s life. My children have been lifted by many “other mothers” over the years. Most women understand the transformative potential of caring beyond themselves. And I do believe today casts a wide net of appreciation for all women who mother.
My mom’s been gone for over 14 years now. Despite the passage of time, whenever I look at the photograph of her next to my kitchen sink, I’m reminded of the impact she continues to have in my life. Her warm smile and twinkling eyes reflect the power of her mothering that still guides me. For me, in all matters of the heart, my mom will forever hold the last word in how to love. Happy Mother’s Day to all women who do just that for others.
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