Mothering and Mother's Day Musings

Saturday, May 10, 2014

I've been told we will never fully comprehend our parents' love for us until we become parents ourselves, the love of our mother until we become a mother to someone else.

The moment I became a mom, the moment I met Thirdy for the first time, I finally understand. It is a love so pure and selfless, so simple yet so profound.

When I delivered Thirdy, it felt like a piece of my heart and soul was taken from the pits of my bosom. And now I tell you, mothering is to have a piece of one's heart live outside her body.

You will always be my baby.

It is involuntarily putting someone's welfare above and ahead of oneself. Involuntary. Default mode. It is sheer, unadulterated joy by merely looking at one's bundle of joy. It is melting and overflowing and bursting by a mere smile, kiss, or hug. It is being vulnerable and strong at the same time, knowing someone's future -- someone most important -- largely depends on us. It is sporting greasy, tangled hair and milk spit up-stained outfits, tolerating a messy room and schedules messed up and appointments missed -- because these are but a speck in our lives, and so many bigger matters do matter a lot more.

Enjoying a hearty moment just before the camera snapped away.
This and so on, as I am at the infancy stage of this new chapter in my life and I still have a long journey ahead of me.

It's my first Mother's Day, and for over ten months now, I've been able to discover and fathom how deep and incredible a mother's love is. Incredible does not quite cut it.

To the greatest mom I know (my mom!), to all my mommy friends, and to all the gorgeous, strong mommas out there, here's a hug and a salute! You ladies are beyond awesome! :)

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