It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK.
Traditionally, it’s a day when we thank our mothers for everything that they do for us.
It’s also a day when we give thanks for grandmothers and their mothers and grandmothers before them. It’s a day when we remember all of the women in our lives who have made it possible for us to be the people that we are today.
It’s not always an easy day. Some people don’t have mothers around any more to thank. Some people don’t have a good relationship with their mothers, and others aren’t in contact with them for any of a variety of reasons. Some people’s plans to be mothers themselves didn’t work out in the way they expected and they find it hard not to feel excluded. Some people don't want to have children at all.
The way I see it, though, is that Mother’s Day is about celebrating the loving, nurturing side of women that is just there, whether we have children of our own or not.
It’s easy to criticize ourselves and believe that we could always be better, but all of us are just doing the best that we can. (Yes, I know there are certain exceptions to this, but thankfully those people are the minority.) Motherhood doesn’t come with an instruction manual. We are shaped by our own experiences and to an extent the values of the times in which we live. We make our choices for what we think are the right reasons at the time, and it’s easy in hindsight to realise that they may not always have been the right choices. What we have to remember is that we make our choices out of love for those we care for.
Mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers and those who take on a mother’s role in ant way are just doing the best job that any of us can do at the time. It’s not paid, it comes with no job description and often involves selflessness that no employer could ever expect. That in itself is a wonderful thing and deserves thanks.
Happy Mother’s Day.