Clearly, this is late. I have been having some issues with blogger so I apologise for the delay. The sentiment, however, remains entirely true and I hope that everyone is grateful for their mothers every day.
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For me, the greatest change that I have noticed since becoming a mother seven months ago is the seemingly infinite expansion of my capacity to love. Mums may run short on patience with their children, and probably money... but never love. I asked some friends who are mums to share their thoughts in an effort to keep the day from being too cliche or materialistic. This is what they said.
What I think is so wonderful about motherhood is how it makes the mother, but it makes her slowly, so she hardly sees the process, the becoming. We're not asked to do everything all at once, slowly we're eased into pregnancy and learn care and connection. Birth and bonding make for the nature of nurture and fierce protection. Gradually, as baby becomes child, we're eased through a process of change. If I could call that young woman on the cusp of motherhood, and just chat with her on the phone I would say. It will all happen so fast, enjoy every day, never wish one away. You will find so much happiness just being with their kids - encourage their quiet sense of humours, catch them serving, surround yourself with women you admire. Most of all have the courage to admit you made a mistake and be the moral touchstone for your new flock. Smile more. Be grateful and express your gratitude for all the abundance of love your husband has for this new family. Record the little things, take photos of the every day before it changes. Enjoy all the rich association extended family will give to your children. Make sure you sing, you have adventures, and make things as least busy as you can on any given day. Motherhood is long and exhausting and real hard work, but it's great to go to bed tired and happy, and know you are raising awesome funny little people.
Carli (who has a beautiful blog full of photos of her awesome funny little people)
Within hours of giving birth I found myself ‘wounded’ and alone, yet filled with a sense of strength I had no idea I could yield.
By the late afternoon we were approved for discharge from the Hospital and transferred to the luxury of the Birthing Centre.
Although I couldn’t tell you an exact time when it happened or of a poignant moment that had occurred, by this stage I was slipping fast and deeply in love.
|Second cousins meeting via the computer :P|
By Day 3 I have a completely new definition for LOVE. We know love goes hand in hand with ‘becoming a Mother’ – albeit for some, hours after the initial crowning of the new calling. I knew I would love my Son but had no idea of the extreme level of love it would be. When I drove my Son home for the first time I had a new outlook of the big wide world, I was scared of what it would do to my Son, and the usual 3 minute drive from the Birth Centre to our Home took at least fifteen. A new level of cautiousness kicked in. This Love was so beautiful yet surprisingly daunting. I quickly learn that there is no wordily description to sum up the Love for your Child and no way could it’ve been added to a ‘LIST’.
Becoming a Mother can be looked at from so many different perspectives. One that has always stuck out to me is this LOVE that is involved. The word ‘love’ does no justice, there should be a word above ‘love’ that describes it to its fullness, but the only way to understand this love completely is to become a Mother yourself. To say becoming a Mother has completed me sounds cliché but it’s absolutely true. Today I think my Son is a beautifully stunning masterpiece I have been entrusted. Whom I still can’t comprehend is my Son.
Anneke (my beautiful and very talented cousin, wish I could have shared everything she wrote, it was so good!)