HOW DO YOU DEFINE a mother’s love?
Endless, unconditional, unshakable, fierce, enduring? I would choose all.
Yes, I’m repeating myself with some of these adjectives. But so what.
I am a mother of three now grown children, all in their twenties. I always find “adult children” to be an oxymoron. Yet, no matter the age of our offspring, they remain always our children. Once a mother, always a mother. You never stop caring and worrying and, for me, praying.
Have my kids frustrated and maddened me? Sure they have. But I expect I’ve done the same. None of us—parent or child—is perfect. Far from it.
As a mother, I try to do the best I can. I’ve praised when deserved. I listen. I offer advice when necessary. After all I do have a few decades more of experience and wisdom. I support my children. Not always their actions and decisions, but them. There’s a difference.
I cherish my kids. I love them enough to let them go. And we’re not talking geographical distance, although two of my trio live 1,300 and 300 miles away. I’m referencing that proverbial cutting of the apron strings, that realization that this has been my goal, to raise and then let go.
There are days when I’d like to turn back the clock, to swoop my three back into our home,
to admonish preschoolers for sneaking cookies from the cookie jar before lunch (all the while stifling laughter),
to step upon an errant LEGO,
to sit through one more end of the school year musical in a stuffy gymnasium.
But time has passed. Snap. Just like that my kids are grown up, two working, one married, another still in college (and working this summer).
I am nearing sixty.
My own mother recently entered a nursing home.
But a mother’s love endures. Forever.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all of you moms out there!
And to my three children and my son-in-law, I love each of you now and forever.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling