Do you want to know something completely honest? I have a hard time picturing myself as a mother. Despite the amazing role models I have in my life (my sister, my mom and grandmothers) a stereotype still persists that I don’t feel I fit in to. I’m not someone that can do it all, that is the only cook, launderer, consoler or cheerleader of my children. My husband plays a huge role in their lives, and that’s really strange to some people. In fact, it’s strange to his own mother.
My mother in law visited for 36 hours, which is about the time frame that works well for everyone, and couldn’t help but mention multiple times that she never pictured this side of her son – the one that sang to our children, cleaned up the kitchen each night and made sure the cloth diapers were washed daily. She questioned his presence at home and like many people pressed him to take any job regardless of the fact that it would likely require me to stop working while providing less for our family.
I think many of us have a hard time seeing someone shape old roles to fit themselves rather than going the way of everyone else.
As I figure out how to be a mom to two children now and not just one, life feels more complicated. I want to be the kind of mom that cooks delicious dinners from scratch, that laughs and tickles them before bedtime, that teaches them that the world is a beautiful place that must be cared for, that wipes their tears and encourages them to try again and not give up, that shows them to love and forgive and find faith and freedom in Jesus. I want their father to be able to do the same, or do so in the way that he chooses.
This Mother’s Day I’m grateful for the tenacity my mom, sister and grandmothers have shown in raising a family and pursing a life lived fully, which is something I’m grateful to do with my husband by my side.