Being a Mother: Definition March 11, 2018 – Posted in: News, Product News
Being a Mother: Definition
Today is Mothering Sunday. An overly commercialised day, filled with wasted trees in the guise of cutesy cards, that I generally try to avoid. This morning, my social media has been filled with beautiful, heartfelt messages of love, gratitude and sorrow. They have soften my ice queen heart and left me contemplative.
In the grand scheme of things, Motherhood is new to me. I’ve only had this ridiculously huge responsibility for another human being for a measly 4 years and 5 months but what a bloody roller coaster! Every day I continue to learn – and hopefully grow. I often think about what type of mother I am, what type of human being I am raising and inevitably whether I am succeeding at this…… I mean he is still alive so I can’t be screwing up too spectacularly can I?!
A few years ago, around Christmas time, I was in bed having a conversation with a friend whose Mum and Dad had recently moved abroad. He was spending Christmas at his Sister’s house and meeting his parents there. I asked him whether it feels strange to be somewhere else other than in his family home at Christmas time. His response left me fairly speechless. Those that know me know that this is not something that happens very often and therefore is a monumental feat! So what was his response? He said, “It doesn’t really matter. Home is wherever my Mum is” This friend must have sensed I was led there, in the dark, with my mouth flopping about like a fish because he followed up with “You weren’t expecting that were you.” I genuinely wasn’t. It was such a raw and honest response to a question that I really only asked to fill a silence.
I think about that conversation often. It had a profound effect on the way I viewed things – the way I viewed him and the way I ultimately view the relationship that I have with my own son. Those few words gave me huge respect for the Mother of that 30 year old man. She had raised a child who not only became independent, confident and successful. She had also raised a man that held his Mother in the highest esteem. Regardless of the physical distance between them, she still represented safety and “home” for him.
This is what I want to achieve.
I will always be the safe place for my child and it is my job to ensure that he always feels this. An unspoken agreement that wherever I am and wherever he is, I will always be his metaphorical Home. When he has long grown out of falling asleep in my lap, I can only hope that he will leave a woman as speechless as my friend left me, with an unexpectedly profound statement about his Mama and our relationship.