Mother’s Day Remix

It’s Mother’s Day today. I’m sitting here in my office writing this. I haven’t blogged from here before. I’d put up some pictures, but it isn’t quite finished. I’ll tell you about it. The walls are a slate blue. I have a comfy chair in the corner with torchiere. It’s a cozy spot to read or dream. The window to my left looks out over the back deck and trees beyond. I can see the hills on the other side of the road below.

It’s wonderful. I’ve never had an office or space of my own. Jonathon has one he works from. It’s out the rotunda door and to the left, a separate building. He’s put sound equipment in there and musical instruments. He has 3 monitors and even a webcam. It’s all tricked out. Jonathon set up this space so I can study. I guess he didn’t want me crashing his office.

As some readers know, I’m not a fan of Mother’s Day, at least not for myself. I’m all for celebrating Mom, my stepmom and mother-in-law, and sisters-in-law. But I’ve never felt like I measured up. I know a lot of great moms; I just don’t happen to be one of them.

I don’t say that to engender any kind of “poor Susan” type responses. It’s just how I’ve felt from the beginning. Mothering, to me, feels like swimming in the open ocean. You know where land is, but there are so many undulating waves to travel between here and there. Sharks swim by. Seahorses unfurl beneath you. Beauty and danger with you, all the time. Your job is to guide the little ones with you safe to shore, so you keep swimming and breathing, staying alert. You hope and pray and do your best.

Today I want to change the focus. I’m just…grateful. I feel grateful to have kids. I’m grateful they still talk to me. Never fear: they ignore me, too. What a privilege to even be able to parent; not everyone has that opportunity. I’ve mentioned this before, but I never thought I’d marry, ever. Never thought I’d be blessed with kids. By God’s great mercy, I got to both get married to the best person I’ve ever met and have two children.

My encouragement today is remember motherhood is a great adventure. Perhaps we never truly “arrive” at the shore. We haven’t arrived, but we can enjoy the journey, and be grateful.