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When my daughter was born, I remember my mother rocking her in the hospital room. I looked at the two of them, and said, “Thank you, Mom”.
She looked at me in confusion.
“Thank you. I think I’m beginning to understand…”
She nodded and we shared a glance with an insight that only a mother could know. The love between a mother and child is something embedded so deep in our souls, that is difficult to put into words; for the love of Mom.
It is spring. The tulips are blooming and showing off their colorful hues. The robins are staying a little longer each day. Mother animals are leaving the herd and giving birth to their offspring. Birds are sitting on their nests. Each year this cycle begins again; for the love of Mom.
Often I see moms looking haggard. They are cheering on one child that’s on the field, while feeding another and entertaining another. Their minds are thinking of a quick dinner or hoping the dinner in the Crock Pot is not burnt. They are bathing children, reading stories, brushing teeth, saying prayers, and tucking in. They are making tomorrow’s lunches and making sure backpacks are packed, seldom taking time to take care of themselves. Motherhood is truly a labor of love, a mountain of never ceasing responsibilities, yet one we’re willing to tackle each and every day; for the love of Mom.
Each generation gives to the next some wisdom, some trait. In our family it was teaching. The altruistic need to create a richer life through education. My grandmother was a teacher, and though I never met her, she’s been with me through the trials and triumphs that have come my way in my teaching career thus far. My mother was a preschool teacher turned adult educator. From her I learned that finding and cultivating our passion is such a key to living a fulfilled life. I often think of what gifts I want to give to my children. Persistence? Humor? Forgiveness? Tolerance? For the love of Mom.
It isn’t easy, being so many things to these little people. I constantly find myself praying for patience and understanding. I look in their eyes and try to remember what it was like to be a child. The wonder, the frustration. For all my shortcomings, for every quality I wish I could improve on, I know one thing is for certain: my children know they are loved. I don’t think I can deliver a magical childhood, and I don’t want to. My goal is to give them the tools they need to be successful in life. They don’t get everything they want and hear “No”. They have rules and boundaries, and they certainly test them. I constantly tell them that mistakes are OK, we have to learn from them and keep going. I know there will be rough times as they find their place in this world. I hope our love and support can carry them through.
There is no greater Earthly love than that of a parent and child. They are worth every tear, every laugh, every sticky mess, every hug. It is what keeps me going each and every day, trying to growing into the role model they deserve; for the love of Mom.
Erin lives with her husband and three children near the north entrance of Yellowstone National Park. A graduate of the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point and the University of North Dakota, Erin is a 2nd grade teacher in a rural Montana School. As a family, they enjoy camping, hiking, canoeing, fishing, and watching football.
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