Mother’s Day is here once again.
It is a day that brings many mixed feelings to women. Some women wish they had
loving feelings toward their own mother but do not. Some women with deceased
mothers wish for another opportunity to spend time with their mothers. Some
women are mothers, other women long to be mothers, and still others do not want
to be mothers. Most girls and young women dream of the day when they will have
children, and most mothers are grateful for the opportunity to have children.
Many mothers do not like the public
observance of Mother’s Day because the loving words that are spoken about
mothers make them feel guilty for not being better mothers. I certainly feel
that I failed my own children in many ways, and I expect that the most perfect
of mothers feels that she should have been a better one! I am comforted and
strengthened in my role as a mother with the following words from Elder M. Russell Ballard of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter-day Saints.
… There is no role in life more
essential and more eternal than that of motherhood.
There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique.
Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and
certainly different children. The choice is different and unique for each
mother and each family. Many are able to be “full-time moms,” at least during
the most formative years of their children’s lives, and many others would like
to be. Some may have to work part-or full-time; some may work at home; some may
divide their lives into periods of home and family and work. What matters is
that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she
has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else.
All women are mothers at heart.
Those who do not actually bear or adopt children are still mothers in their own
way. They may mother step-children, nieces and nephews, siblings, aged parents,
students in their classrooms, or even adults in their organizations. There are
all kinds of people who need mothering. My oldest daughter does not have
children of her own, but she “mothers” people throughout a large area of Alaska
as she works to meet their health needs. I
marvel at the young mothers of my acquaintance, including my own daughters by
birth and marriage. I am amazed at their abilities to meet the needs of their
children and to bring excitement, learning, and culture into their lives. I am
particularly mindful at this time of those mothers who have lost children, and
my heart aches for them.
No matter the age of the mother, she
is a strange creature in that she cares more for her children than she cares
for herself. I remember the many sacrifices that my own mother made in order
than her children could have what they wanted or needed. One of my older
sisters wanted to take her new doll to school for show-and-tell, but she had no
clothes for the doll. My mother stayed up all night crocheting a set of doll
clothing in order for my sister to take her doll to school the next day.
Even though all of my children are
grown and married, I had an opportunity to take on the role of mother to one of
my daughters recently. She and her husband were asked to be the “parents” for a
“family” on a pioneer trek, and she needed some pioneer clothing. She contacted
me and asked if I would have time to make two skirts and an apron for her. Even
though I had more tasks than I could possibly do in the limited time, I told
her yes. My husband questioned why I would take on more work when I was already
so busy, and my answer was, “This is what mothers do.” Most mothers willingly
sacrifice for the benefit of their children, but some of those sacrifices are
more serious than others. I often think of the following lines that are attributed
to Victor Hugo.
She broke the bread into two fragments
and gave them to her children, who ate with eagerness. “She hath kept none for
herself,” grumbled the sergeant.
“Because she is not hungry,” said a
soldier.
“No,” said the sergeant, “because she is
a mother.”
I have seen these traits in my
daughters as they make sure that their children have clean clothes on their
bodies and food in their tummies but have not yet taken time to shower or eat. I
have often watched as a daughter finally gets a chance to sit down to a meal,
and a child suddenly appears with their mouth wide open, much like baby birds
in a nest. Even though the child has just finished their own food, they want
some of mom’s food, and she gives it to them because she is a mother.
On this Mother’s Day I am grateful
for my own loving, self-sacrificing mother, and I am grateful for my husband’s
mother who lovingly accepted me as a daughter. I am grateful for my sisters by
birth and marriage for mothering me both before and after the death of my
mother.
I
am grateful for the opportunity that I have to be a mother and grandmother, and
I am grateful for my opportunity to watch my daughters in their motherhood. I
wish a “Happy Mother’s Day” to all women, both those who have children and
those who are mothering the children of other women. May God bless all of us in
our motherhood.
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