I don’t even know where to start.
What does it even mean to be a mom?
I’ll never know. I will, however, be able to stand back and watch in awe as the two most amazing women in my life, my mother and my wife, live out that selfless role right in front of me. That selflessness that starts even before the birth of the child. Giving of yourself in the most personal way, carrying around a baby in your belly for 9 months. Nurturing it in your own body. Giving up your own comfort, your own self, your own ability to sleep at night or to wake up in the morning without feeling sick. One day those children will have sleepless nights and upset tummies of their own but for now, too little to carry that weight, it will be the moms that bear that burden.
That, it would seem, is a fitting start to the lifelong process that is mothering. Carrying burdens for us until we are able and strong enough to carry them on our own (and even then, shouldering the worry). No one can carry this weight without being changed by it. I am constantly amazed at the difference between the woman I am married to now and the woman I proposed to 18 years ago. I have watched it happen. I have seen the shy, insecure, self-conscious introvert of the past gradually morph into a commanding presence full of strength and grace. (I can only imagine similar change undergone by my own mom)
To all the moms out there, you shoulder an incredible load. The self-giving sacrifice that is motherhood is one that cannot not change the world. It is for that gift that we all say, “thank you.”
To my wife, I love you and am so proud of the woman you have become.
To my mom, I love you and thanks for the churros.