Mother's Day: Why It's Not About Me
And the changing perspective is simply this: Maybe it's not all about me.
As much as I want it to be and hope it to be and convince myself I deserve it to be, Mother's Day is not all about me. Because if it's about me, then I'm probably going to be disappointed.
Instead, it is about you. And me. And the community that surrounds us as mothers. I've realized that I cannot very well get up in front of my community and try to preach about the collective nature of motherhood and then pout about my to-do list and the lack of pampering time and the stress of planning three services and studying for a final.
Ehem...just for the record, this doesn't mean there hasn't been any pouting or venting, nor does it mean that there will not ever be any more pouting or venting. I'm human (and selfish and whiny and needy...some of my better character traits).
It just means that I've called myself out on this one.
And so what I will try my best to do is to remind myself how I am so, so grateful for my community. For my husband who helps me find time to prepare for three services and to study for my final and to pursue something else in addition to my beloved role as a mother. For my own mother who so often spends her vacation days watching my kids, playing play-dough with her grandchildren, teaching and guiding them along side me. For my mother-in-law who will be spending the day and the week with us so that we can manage through this hectic time, keeping my children laughing and loving and growing while I serve and study and breathe. For the aunties, the teachers, the care-takers who love my children so dearly, caring for my own heart beating outside my body.
On this Mother's Day, I will try my best to shift my focus from "mememe" to "thankyouthankyouthankyou" for helping "memememe." To mother, on this and every day.
Now, about that pedicure...