One more re-blog before the day is done. This one by my friend Jen Basile. Her words touch the mother in my heart, and put words to the ultimate expression of love. And the girl can write! Enjoy.
What is a mother anyway?
What does it truly mean to be a mother?
In its simplest form, I suppose a woman becomes one through the act of birthing – but even that isn’t completely accurate. There are other roads and other roles women play to become mother.
The act of caring. The act of doing. Laundering. Ferrying. Carrying. Remembering. Reminding. Feeding. Bathing. Nursing.
Yes, but littles don’t even notice when we do these things. Maybe if we don’t.
Is it the arts and crafts, then? The activities? The culturally enriching experiences?
Our tremendous aplomb at managing the tightrope of work and home life? Or the cutting-edge at-home preschool curriculum we’ve essentially created to validate our exit from the working world?
Motherhood, at its core, is this.
The gentle, yet firm embrace of a mother’s arms around her child. The child, no matter the age, wrapped…
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