“A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.”
~ Victor Hugo
Show me any mama, and I will guarantee her hands will be full. Whether they’re molding play dough, baking cookies, testing the temperature of bathwater, or warming up a bottle. Moms are the finders-of-the-other-shoe, the ones bringing forgotten lunches and jackets to school, and the purveyors of impossibly busy schedules. They are also the ones who sometimes long to take a shower in silence, or drink an uninterrupted glass of wine. Moms are the ones who read just one more bedtime story while feeling so exhausted, they could cry. Parenting is no easy feat, and just about every day, I see a mom who is executing the hefty job with imperfect, but beautiful grace and skill. We all make mistakes as moms, and we often feel our hands are just a bit too full.
But the things that fill our hands are things like tiny tutus in the laundry, ballet slippers in the car, baseball bats and soccer jerseys strewn across our hallways. Motherhood means sticky hands entwined in our own, kisses at bedtime, and applying band-aids to every real and perceived bump or bruise imaginable. Our hands ARE full,
Today, I want to honor all moms: adoptive, foster, biological and those who stand in as a “Mom” for someone in their life. You do an impossibly hard, wonderfully complex, and beautiful job, and you do it as only you can.
Hold on tight, mamas, you’re doing great.