A Mother’s love sometimes lies within the invisible work they do.
The way the house gets somehow cleaned, the clothes folded and put away. The mind-numbing organization carried out, only to be re-done a million times when tiny hands go exploring. Hours in the kitchen, snacks always prepared, lunches well made. This is a Mother’s love.
A safe person to catch you when you fail and to push you when you don’t meet your potential. Internet researching a child’s interests with sign-ups, programs, and car-pooling. Weekends dedicated to fulfilling another person’s dreams and passions. Putting their life on hold for another’s and willingly doing so. This is a Mother’s love.
Tears and smiles. Behind the scenes sacrifice. Striving to be a better example. The push and pull of helping a little one find their voice, while you struggle to remember yourself. This is a Mother’s love.
Showing up to parent a second time when your children’s children need a role model. Wishing you could impart years of knowledge yet knowing the only way they get there is by going through those inevitable struggles. Being tired but still showing up for whatever is needed of you. The support. The unselfish giving and doing. The embrace that holds all tears and pain and just allows. This is a Mother’s love.
Only when you become a parent can you really see the invisible love that stood there strong for you all those years. The behind-the-scenes magic that was executed tirelessly all so you could be happy and carefree.
A Mother’s love lies in the invisible work they do.