I know Mother’s Day is over, but…

daisyThe past day or so I’ve been thinking about all of the mothers I meet, friends, my children’s friends’ and classmates’ mothers, mothers of my daughter’s gymnastics class or mothers of my son’s track team. They are lots and lots and lots of women of just about every thinkable background and they all do things a little differently, but they all are doing their best for their kids. I wish it was not so easy for people to look negatively upon situations that don’t occur in their homes. Sometimes mothers are unconventional and sometimes they have a child with special needs and those needs demand that all rules that satisfy society’s ideas about motherhood be thrown out of the window. Most mothers are doing the best they can with what they have. What they have just might be different than what you have or I have.

The amazing hug.

I read about this incredible reviving hug and thought about the moment after each of my children was born and the midwives put them on my chest so that I could hold them close at the end of their journey into the world. My mom had always told me that when I would hold them that I would forget about everything else – even all that pain – and just be so happy in that moment. She was right. There is definitely power in those hugs from a mother to a child.