It’s 5:30 am. The alarm clock goes off. She rolls over and blindly swats at it. Rolling out of bed, she reaches for her housecoat. She stumbles over a wooden block on the way to the bathroom where she pees and rinses the night out of her mouth. As she reaches up to brush her hair back from her face, she catches sight of herself in the mirror. She reaches up and traces her finger against the lines starting to fan out from her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. Even though she resents them showing up earlier than expected, she knows that they chronicle the events of her life. Her laughter, her tears, her griefs and her many joys. She notices her body is not the tight, firm body of her youth. In it’s place is a body that has sheltered life in its womb. The proof is there in the softness of her belly and in the slight sag of her breasts. Just as she’s about to hang her head in despair and self loathing, she hears at the door a tiny giggle and a soft voice. Light illuminates her face as she breaks into a smile. She throws open the door and walks out to great her day. She is a mother.
I have always wondered why we, as women and as mothers, feel the need to judge each other. We all come with different stories to tell. We all come with different sets of beliefs and values.We are all different. Yet we are working towards the same goal. To raise our children up to be strong yet gentle in this world that is rocked by violence everyday. I’m so tired of the fighting in this world. Most of all I’m tired of the fighting that takes place among mothers. We are so quick to judge someone because her house isn’t clean or she feeds her kids hotdogs. Who the hell cares? It’s so petty in the face of everything else we have to worry about. At the end of the day all that matters is that the children are happy and healthy. If we want to raise our children to be compassionate and loving it needs to start with us. We all have bad days. We all break down. We need to leave the judgement and ridicule where it belongs. In the trash. Lets raise each other up. Lets encourage each other. Let us speak so highly of each other that at night, when the little voice inside starts to whisper discouragement and doubt, we know better than to believe it.
My aim here is to motivate and to uplift. I know it’s not going to be easy and I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I have a hard time forming my thoughts into words but it’s a start. A push in the right direction. For me, that’s enough.