“ A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”

Agatha Christie

I’ve been fortunate in my life to have meaningful work, a strong marriage and deep friendships. I’ve traveled to many parts of the world, met interesting and inspiring people, studied with those who are masters in their fields and had a whole lot of really fantastic adventures along the way. But by far the most meaningful experience I have had is that of being a mother.

On Mother’s Day we honor our mothers whether they are still alive or at this point beings we remember in our hearts and minds. Our grandmothers along with the matriarchal ancestors we never knew stand behind us in our lineage as women, as mothers. We also kind of expect that there may be a homemade gift from school that will be brought home for this occasion. Sometimes we might not be quite sure exactly what this object is but, as it has been created by our little child (with the aid of a teacher, paper, clay or crayon), it is a treasure. Later in life we’re just happy if that kid gives us a call … or sends a text.

This Mother’s Day I am grateful that I have been given the wonderful opportunity to be a mother. I was tremendously lucky to “draw the long straw” when my son came into the world.  He is bright, sensitive, talented, perceptive, kind and extremely funny.  Being his mom has taught me  about myself, about courage, loyalty and devotion.  Honestly, I’ve loved every moment …

When I was diagnosed with cancer eight years ago I wondered if I would see him graduate from middle school.  I hoped I would see him graduate from high school. I wasn’t sure if I’d be here for either one. I feared that I would leave him too soon, too young. Today I’m anticipating watching him graduate from college in another year. I’m blessed to now be hoping that I’ll see him have meaningful work, a strong marriage, deep friendships … and that (not too soon, mind you) I might see a grandchild come toddling up my driveway clutching some little blob of a loving gift on Mother’s Day. I didn’t leave too soon, both for him and for me. I’m grateful that we both got more time … I’m always hoping for even more.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you and to your children.  Hope you get pancakes and many more days with one another.

1. Wilma Friesema Says:
   May 8th, 2015 at 8:01 am

   Lovely piece, Cheryl, clearly written straight from the heart.
   Happy Mom’s Day to you! You’re absolutely one of the best.
   love
   wilma