The Pink Pills Make Me the Happiest


“If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been.”  ~~Robert Brault

I believe that I have mentioned here before that I have the honor of writing and editing for the amazing blog, www.worldmomsblog.com. If you haven’t checked it out, you really should because WMB is a fabulous and diverse group of women writing from literally all over the world. Also, we were listed on Forbes 100 Best Websites for Women in 2012. Doesn’t that just have a great ring to it?  So, again, go read about how some incredible women are literally out there changing the world.

Meanwhile, back in Arkansas, I contribute with what I know as a mother and how the world turns for me. Sometimes, I feel wholly out-of-place on WMB because I am not in third world countries helping to save children, or teaching my children to be bilingual or working for the foreign service and traveling all over the world. Hell, I haven’t even traveled off of my continent! However, the founding essence at WMB is that we are all connected by the plainest truth of being a mother. Tonight, I was reminded of that most common of bonds.

I am the Monday editor, so earlier, I was editing for Susie Newday, a mother and writer in Israel. Her personal blog can be found here: http://www.newdaynewlesson.com. (I swear, I will learn how to insert links someday). Anywho, Susie wrote about the upcoming move of her oldest son and how she realizes that, as a mother, her son’s journey will be his alone. I don’t want to give too much away because tomorrow morning, you should go to WMB and read her post.

As usual, my sensitive self teared up as I worked on editing her very personal feelings on raising her son. It is a double-edged sword that I am fully familiar with, as my oldest son will become an adult this year. 18 years old. 18 years that I have worried, stressed, loved, cried, prodded, poked, laughed, marveled and watched the years fly by with a speed that I didn’t believe possible. And for almost 18 years, I have been pretty sure that I am the only mother who worries that her every decision has, somehow, ruined her son in some way. Or that if I just pushed hard enough, my strong-willed son would act as I wish. Certainly, I have been the only mother to feel this way.

Therefore, tonight, it was refreshing to read that, across the world, a mother feels exactly the same way that I do about raising a young man.

I know nothing about living in Israel or being a nurse or raising 5 children. All things that Susie has under her belt. But I know about watching your child grow up and learning that their life is theirs to live. We might not have another single thing in common but we have that one powerful fact.

Isn’t that comforting too? As a woman and a mother, it’s nice to think that I am not alone in this mothering thing. Our society has become so ultra competitive in the sport of mothering and it’s a culture of comparison that fuels isolation. THAT is why I truly love writing for WMB: I am in awe of the reality that, despite societal norms, at the core of the matter and in the deepest sense of history, simply, we are mothers and want our children to live happy, healthy and productive lives.

To stop and ponder that truth is a powerful feeling and suddenly, the world seems a much smaller and much more connected place.

In the spirit of motherhood, I wish Susie the most peace imaginable tomorrow as her son begins a new chapter in his life. I take comfort in knowing that when my boys reach adulthood, someone on the other side of the globe will be able to knowingly wish that peace right back to me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: