I was told early on that I may not be able to have children. 4 years later I miscarried twins…
I really believed children were not in my future.
Fade in fade out…
We had been married 8 years when we found out we were going to have a son. It was such a polar mix of emotion… Shock, elation, fear and excitement were included.
As I visualized my son in my body… growing… I knew I was providing a cocoon for another human life to grow in. ￼￼￼￼I will say, those later months of pregnancy brought such a deeper appreciation of my own mother…
I began thinking about the cocoon I had been formed in. I realized I had been in a cocoon of “mourning”, as her father had passed right before she was pregnant with me. Then of course,
The question …. What was my mothers cocoon like? My grandmother had to have surgery while pregnant with my mother.
Makes you think about the “cocoon” you were in for months too …right? And maybe that helps to give your mother a break… because this DNA, ancestral lineage thread is real!
It all made more sense to me as I experienced the knowing that my baby was a literal piece of me, and all past generations, and this DNA was being carried into another human who could potentially some day pass it on to another.
I don’t think I realized how much my own emotion affected the cocoon I provided for my sons until 25 years later in a “medicine ceremony”. I saw that my second son was created in a cocoon of anxiety. (He has the “anxiety rings” in his eyes to prove it. Look up Iridology… you’ll be mind blown at what they can see in your eyes alone)
Anyway… circling back I realize that for me personally, being a mother hasn’t been so much about the fact I had another human growing inside me, but another human who is my own dna … a piece of me… a reflection of me and my former generations and their fathers former generations all carried down into another human to be included in the life of others. After that life form passed from my body any one could mother them.
That made it easier to be grateful for their “step
mother” because she was so wonderful and truly cared for them and included them in her life.
So maybe your mother wasn’t your biological birth mother. But, if you are on this planet, a “mother” included you in her life for at least the months she was your cocoon! Let that soak in. You were included in her life, her body, and that was a gift.
In my opinion, Mother’s Day is a more inclusive term for all those who mothered.
Be sure to give a “HAPPY Mother’s Day” to the person/persons who cared enough about you to include you in their life, the ones who made you a part of their world, the ones who nurtured you… The ones who know your struggles and your wins. The ones who cheered you on …the ones who cared for you more than they cared for themselves. The ones who put you first.
The ones who gave you cash before spending it on themselves… the ones who gave you the center of the cinnamon roll so you could have the better taste. The ones who gave you the “unrusted” lettuce, and made your broccoli into trees so you’d eat your vegetables. The one who made sure you made it to school, or expected more of you because they knew you were a special divine human. The one who made your senior night poster.… the one who still to this day prays for you before they go to sleep.
We are all loved more than we know… and it’s a day to appreciate that.
Happy Mother’s Day …
Abby Parker Moneyhan