Mother's Do The Most

 

Mothers do the Most

 

This week we celebrate moms.  Mother’s can be so amazing, and moms can just be…the most.

I’m a mom, so I know both sides of this coin.   Before I was a mother, I was a happy girl.  I like to stay that happy girl most of the time.  Life is about finding balance in the juggle of self, and obligations to others.

I have a mom.  She is perfect.  As perfect as mothers truly come.  However, in her millisecond moments of ill actions,  grace doth much more abound.  The fact is that we are all human.  We are not always doing the most for others.  Some times we are doing the most for ourselves.  Some times it comes up cooked and short.  Mothers, require grace.  Some make it look simple and effortless.  Others are a poster child for poor example. All mothers require grace. 

Everyone does not have a positive relationship with mom.  Some people in fact loathe their maternal relationships.  Others have lost a mom, or were left orphaned.  Mother’s Day can be a tough time for so many people.  People grieve.  People grieve the trauma of realizing they’ve turned into their parent.  They grieve what they wished they had.  They grieve the lack of what they’ve never known.  Have a little compassion for people on parental holidays, it triggers the most. 

We love a good analogy in our family.  We are all bunnies, and some days ducks. I occasionally reach maximum absorbency, and overflow. (some call it fussing) I’m the crown of fuss bunnies in the patch. It is a flaw if any were.  I am also the first and last to do whatever must be done for every bunny to succeed. Its “haire” business. (lol)  On Mother’s Day, I focus on celebrating the person I’ve been, and less on other’s celebrating me. My challenge is that I’m always the one celebrating others.  My family does face challenges when it comes to celebrating me. I’m the take care of it person. I do the most. In all fairness, that does equally equate to others doing less than the most…(lol)  As not to experience disappointment or resentment, I celebrate myself, and invite them to join in…(lol) 

I’ve been the most reliable daughter. I’m the one held to a ridiculous standard of being capable.  I’m capable of providing.  I’m capable of carrying on.  I’m flexible and bendable.  I am able to carry heavy burdens and loads.  I am resourceful and create solutions for all those that require them.  I don’t remember being assigned the job, and I know I didn’t choose it.  Never the less, its my responsibility.

I am the most motivating mother.  I’m sure my children don’t think of it as encouragement.  They would likely describe it as  Encountering RAGE meant for something else.  (enters fuss bunny) I call it motivation.  Like any coach works to improve the potential of others, I also spare the coddling. I am however as equally and rewarding in my praise of their positive efforts, mindset, and results, as I am in their negative choices and outcomes. (or possibly lack thereof.)  Often, what starts off as a simple off moment,  could turn into the ultimate scaled outcome conversation.  Over time, I’ve learned to fuss less and discuss a haire bit more.   All in a day of a child motivator, for the best bunnies I know.

I truly am fortunate to have celebrated some amazing Mother’s Days over the years.  The ones while my grandmother was alive.  The one’s where I kept my mom bubble wrapped in purpose and motivation. (during my teens and early adult years) The ones where my babies were all I had.  The ones where I’ve been able to celebrate who they’ve chosen to be.  The one’s where I celebrated who I’ve become.   In the future, I’m hopeful to celebrate the ones where they create wives, and mothers.

Mother’s do the most, and its always the best we can do.

I hope you enjoyed your Mother’s Day.  Abundance Always