Happy Mother's Day to US

THIS is funny, right? If there is anything better, the layout of Motherhood. The simple fact of showing up 3 weeks late, to honor the great mamas in life. We can all relate though, whether we are a first timer or a seasoned pro. Mom-life is nothing less than complicated.

I have no true excuse or explanation, but am totally going to blame ... well, myself! I have been sitting with this page open for over two weeks now, trying to adjust my many hats and have finally come to a point of typing, in celebratory fashion: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.

Being a mom is hard. Not because it's always difficult, rather it can be the most amazing job, when you embrace it. Mostly though, we take on all the pressure and weight. The long-term worry that cycles our anxious thoughts, what-if's, as IF, am I not doing enough, are they going to be ok, are they good, happy, successful, KIND?

Ohhhh I do believe that I only touch the surface here.

We moms see through a filter of deepest, truest, unconditional love. An adoration; that now invisible cord, it once shared blood in utero, that binds us. Like "imprinting" (for you Twilight fans)

The instant rewards can seem minimal at best, ongoing and almost underappreciated. This isn't a 'sport you get a "Participation Trophy" for just showing up' ......but it is a role where a LIFETIME ACHEIVENT AWARD is the finale'.

It can become the drainer of empathy and emotion, the hard-stuck 'shut down' button of our lives. We tend to pour ourselves into motherhood, give it all we've got, cheer others on, compare ourselves for motivation...but really the pressure is so heavy, it tends to become a self-sabotaged exhaustion. The goal is NOT to let it take us down but rather make us better.

Looking more closely, it is not the people in our lives that we currently mother. The feeding of this, is more of an example to, a comparison from what we once had. This sparks GROWTH. Discomfort directs us to healing. Get well.

As I sit here typing this into existence, I feel the slump of 'ohhhh so tired' ! Not a physical tired, but an emotional slumber that I need to slip right under. Each year that cycles around the Earth, I find myself almost squirmish in the late spring/early summer months, as if I am breaking out of a cocoon. I yearn for peace, growth, a sense of calmness that comes from within.

I become moody, grumpy even and there's a guarantee you'll find me withdrawing. An isolation that can seem possibly rude to others, but quite necessary to me. I could apologize constantly; I tend to actually. I say sorry, sorry for my emotions, my erratic moods, my inability to control my short fuse.

May isn't just about honoring moms; it unpacks the past. It's unregulated and it hashes up trauma. Whether you approach it head on, avoid it like a plague or float on through pretending "it's all good",,,,, this month dredges up what we came from and where we will land. To some that is a struggle. I hear you.

This is an annual event. A sharpness that pokes; to keep us in line, to ensure we are better for it. A reminder; that will of conscious acknowledgment - we deserve to be celebrated! Be gentle. Accept growth. Take it in, allow it.

Mother's Day, the month dedicated to honoring mothers (all mothers), a time for the people we pour ourselves into, to turn back around and say "thank you... You ARE loved, recognized, appreciated and honored"....

If you hear that, rest well.

So as life spins out of control and time continues to steal itself away, we can always return to unwind from our cocoon and spread those beautiful wings again. In celebration of what is not spoken, Mother's Day can also be a day of great emotion as our hearts unpack losses, trauma, sadness, pain. Let your wings flutter, soar, glide.

So, take in, like a breath of air, accepting. Believe you ARE: worth and value.

Happy Mother's Day to US!