There Is No Perfect Mother, But There Are A Million Ways To Be A Good Mother
Sometimes it is very hard to become a mother.
It is worth it. Yes, it is the most powerful experience a woman can have. Yes, nothing marks you as much as the moment when you finally hold in your arms the son who has just come out of you, deliciously dirty, wet, hot, and he looks you in the eyes as if to say: I know you.
But it is tough.
And it’s not just about lack of sleep, the aftermath of childbirth, the care that a newborn demands (so tiny and so demanding!), Not even the cocktail of hormones that leaves you feeling upset until several weeks later.
Neither the lack of experience and the uncertainty about whether you are doing it well or not, nor the doubts and comments of well-intentioned family members that only trigger your own insecurity, your fear.
It is looking in the mirror while your little creature is attached to your chest, and not recognizing you. At what point did you become this haggard woman who doesn’t even have a minute to take a shower? Who is she? Who are you now?
Because, of course, your whole being is now for someone else. And that other is feeding on you, not only on your milk, but also on your caresses, your songs, your words, your warmth. Time goes on, of course it goes on.
The time will come when, almost without realizing it, the feedings are shortened and the hours of night sleep lengthen. Your baby will learn to hold his head, then roll over, then crawl.
The least expected day will give you a smile and you will think that all the effort has been little. One day mom will tell you. You will see him running in the park, getting on the slide alone, playing with other children, scribbling the first letters that he will show you proudly. And for nothing in the world will you want to change for that other that you were, and how little I knew about love … “
Source: Vivian Watson Molina, A New Motherhood
Because that’s just the beginning …
Whether we are mothers or children, we can come to understand that just as there is no being in this world that does not comment on mistakes, there is no prototype of a perfect mother. A mother is a woman with her imperfections and insecurities, but with a great responsibility that she will perform to the best of her ability.
A woman, from the moment she becomes a mother, comes to possess the greatest privilege in the world, that of infinite love. And it is that when a mother who loves her children will always make mistakes, but her love will serve as an impetus for the fruit of her womb to do the impossible.
A mother’s heart grows larger day by day since she has the pleasure of seeing her child hold her head, roll over or crawl. Because, from the first look at her belly, a mother falls in love unconditionally for life.
Because a mother is a bigger version of herself and her heart is an infinite universe. Although her mistakes bring a mother closer to the real world, she is the most divine being on the planet.
