“A mother holds her children’s hands for a while...their hearts forever.” – Author Unknown
As far back as I can recall, whenever anyone asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always replied first, “A mum.” In fact, at my first job interview back in ‘88, I was asked what my long-term goals were. I replied, “Eventually, I’d like to be a mother.” I’m not sure that was the response the head of the company was looking for at the time, but he seemed quite pleased with my answer, and I got the job. ;)
Years later, in 2001, and having moved to a large corporate bank, we were asked at a work team dinner to go around the table and reveal what we would want to do if we weren’t doing our current jobs. Someone wanted to be a novelist, one woman: a jet fighter pilot. One guy, who was particularly vertically challenged, said he’d like to be a professional basketball player. Then it was my turn and, of course, I said, “I know it sounds corny, but I just want to be a mum”.
The following year, my first son was born (very appropriately, I thought, on my Mum’s birthday); and so began the glorious journey of motherhood. I guess once we become parents ourselves we finally appreciate what our parents coped with, put up with and most of all loved about raising us over the years. Because of the large gap between my two sisters and myself, my parents had kids in the house continuously, without a break, for 36 years. Can you imagine?! No wonder they didn’t flinch when I told them I was moving to Sydney in 1995! (Of course, the way the stats are going with what age kids leave home these days, this could also be you, or me – even without the age gaps. Excuse me. * walks off to breathe in to a brown paper bag *)
Yep – as I’ve discovered since my 8yr old was born, being a mum is not always easy. It’s not always fun. And it’s not all rainbows and butterflies. (And quite frankly, motherhood is not for everyone.) But it is all that I hoped for all those years ago, and more. I still reckon, as a mum, I’m doing the best “job” a girl could ask for.
To all of you who are either celebrating being a mother this Sunday, celebrating with your mother this Sunday; and, very especially, to those who have either lost a mother and/or a child and will remember your time with them this weekend (my special thoughts are with you, Bern), I wish for you rainbows and butterflies. Now, and in the future.
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