Motherhood Is An Art

“My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.”
--Sharon Doubiago



I am fond of this quote, from the perspective of a daughter and writer. For me, my mother’s opinions, values, such as, what she would say, are always on my mind. We cannot help but characterize ourselves by the expression on our mothers face when we meet face to face.


Our Mothers reflect our first mirror image, instructing us on our identity, before we're aware of our own individuality. I've asked people who have lost their mother when they were small, what they remember about her and they describe a feeling. I believe the feeling they remember is their mothers love; the one thing all of us remember the most about our mothers, or what we think of when we hear the word mother.

A mothers love is an emotion impossible to explain; a vast sea of understanding and devotion, unmatched by any affection we will ever know again. I believe that adults sometimes expect this kind of love from their partners and friends and it's a feeling we're unable to duplicate.


This disappointment causes it's fair share of heartache in relationships. Be it between life partners or friends, we want this unconditional love bestowed upon us again. We all need to be mindful on Mothers day, and everyday that the sentiment shared between mother and child, has the propensity to cause our mothers alarm. Every child governs the heart of a parent, regardless of years, because you're always your mothers child regardless of your age. Since children have their mothers heart in the palm of their hands, whatever happens to them happens to Mom.


Therefore we should be tender with our mother's hearts, and pray our children will be gentle with ours.
My mother watched her girlhood diminish when she became a mother before entering a period of knowing herself, her dreams, or her plans. Although motherhood is an art; and all artists know is the passion they feel for their gift, everything else fades away in comparison.

Caring for our needs and the needs of our children is a balancing act requiring grace, patience, character, and love- our most cherished gift from our maker- the gift we pass to life itself, our children, and each other- love, often reflected after birth in the face of a mother.


Today is the day to remember the person who loves or loved you most in the world, and wished for you all you've ever dreamed of having or doing. We have our mothers to thank for so much, especially the sacrifices they've endured.

I appreciate my mother for the courage she had to have had to watch my mistakes, for the fortitude to predict my misgivings, and the compassion to set me straight. I'm glad she pulled my hair out of my eyes and hummed me to sleep at night. In addition, her voice and words will always be recorded in my head, advising, comforting, and reminding me of what is in my best interest.

I am grateful for the books, the dreams of possibilities, the devotions, the time, the explanations, and most of all the love- the word that is impossible to explain. Happy Mothers Day Mom!

And to the rest of the Moms in the world, I hope you have a great day~