I really do! Yes, there was a time during my worst days of depression when I looked at mothers bitterly, as a “they”, and was sure that they looked at me with disdain, or overlooked me completely. But there’s no getting around it, I’m surrounded by mothers, and I’m thankful for each of them because they teach me so much about myself and womanhood.
Not only that, but sometimes, their motherliness shloshes over the brim of their cup and spills a little onto me. And who doesn’t want a little extra mothering? Take for example, my friend Emilie’s comment on yesterday’s post. Hm……which sounds more productive to me – going to see a doctor who will just tell me that there’s something going around, or having Emilie come and fix me matzah-ball soup? [She's not Jewish, but man, can she make matzah-ball soup!] I know which would make me feel better, faster, and it ain’t Doc Broc.
But, hey, it’s not always about me. [And you'll never know how much it pains this Aries to say that...] There are moms in this world that I love who are kind enough to let me see their world. To share in their triumphs as moms, as women, as humans. When moms share their lives like that, it makes me feel as though they aren’t saying, “you wouldn’t understand – you’re not a mom”, but rather, “I want you to understand; you’re my friend and my sister, and I need you to understand me.”
Emilie’s post today was like that. Yeah, I confess, I’m the friend who suggested Neosporin. [It made sense to me, since I sometimes use it as lip balm.] But I enjoyed that glimpse into her daily concerns and her pride in finding a solution. I’m proud for her. She’s a great mom! And while I can’t understand what it must be like to see your infant daughter with a painful and out-of-control case of baby acne, I can understand what a relief it is to be able to bring comfort to someone you love.
Another mother I enjoy following is Ree, the Pioneer Woman. Today, she posted about her joys of homeschooling her children. I particularly enjoyed this post because I had wanted to homeschool my children, before infertility whisked them away from me. In fact, I went to school to study education in order to understand the learning process and be the most effective homeschooler I could be. Being able to read her post today allowed me to imagine for a moment that those were the expressions I might have seen on my children’s faces. The homeschooling world, the mom world, the family core of hearth and home, are so often private worlds, alternate realities that I can only imagine.
Unless moms occasionally open the door for me and invite me in.