I get as verklempt as the next mother but Mother’s Day mushiness is a crime against us all. We (yes using the royal we here) are not about the ubiquitous pastel potted plants. I will miss my mother forever. I’m hoping to be a grandmother someday. I’m not immune to the idea of a morning when I get to sleep in and have coffee handed to me.
But motherhood is not mush. It’s not for wimps. Here’s some of my mothering memories:
- Watching Abi fly sideways off a horse at a canter, scooping her up and driving her while she vomited from the pain, to Yale-New Haven ER. Six hours, broken elbow treated.
- Rounds of ear infections that drew me closer to my pediatrician and farther away from any natural sleep pattern.
- Slo-mo horror of seeing Em kick at a glass door and seeing the blood spill from the cut.
- Sitting for one very long Good Friday with Buttercup, Em’s hamster, as the tiny golden animal died and we read Treasure Island to her.
- Trying to get out the door because we had a chance to meet President Clinton and being stopped dead when Abi dropped a glass and cut her hand. Rushing through ER and smiling as the President shook hands with my bandaged daughter.
- Searching out the closest urgent care for Abi who had developed a red, weeping eye infection on vacation. I doled out dark glasses and antibiotics along with the sunscreen that week.
- Calling the Fire Department to help untangle Abi’s toes from the gears of an exercise bicycle.
- Waking up to a text message from London, Abi’s new hometown, that she had just been admitted to hospital and was recovering but there was blood everywhere. Booking a Virgin flight and spending two weeks shuttling her back and forth to get surgical dressing changed.
- Sitting at Em’s bedside for 6 days last month as she recovered from surgery at Beth Israel in Manhattan and cried from the pain of more than 50 surgical sutures.
- Realizing that I will never retire.
And that’s fine with me.
I know my list pales in comparison to so many mothers, friends, and worldwide. It is a day to be grateful for the strength that carries us on. I’m also grateful that I got the life opportunity to be Em and Abi’s mother.