To Be A Mom

By Emily Bachynski

Mother’s Day approaches and I think of my children.

I think of how proud I am to be a mom .

And yes, there were sleepless nights….when I had to wake up to feed them as babies….or even now when I worry about my adult children sometimes.

I loved all the stages of watching and teaching my children to become the beautiful people they are today.

Singing songs to them in the middle of the night as I fed them from my body, in the holy darkness , rocking and trying to memorize every coo.

I knew.

It would all go by so quickly.

Creating a costume/art area for the wee ones so they could fly in their imaginations and I could watch them soar.

Great conversation as they marched forward , no longer needing my hand to steady them but maybe my wisdom, such as it was, to lead them in the right direction.

I loved feeding them . Feeding them from my kitchen, from my thoughts, from my soul. I love how they fed me. Fed me with their understanding, their good choices, their love and kindnesses.

I learned to be a mom…from my mother.

My beautiful mother continues to inspire me by her life, her joy, her silliness, her wisdom, her love and care.

Her faith.

And sometimes, when I feel I did a bad job in some areas, I receive a poem like the one above from our Emily, and I know that I did o.k. . Because my children are more than just ‘o.k.’ . They are incredible adults : creative, fun, caring, loving people, some of them parents themselves and doing SUCH a great job.

And perhaps this is how my mother feels.

So, I’m honoured to be a mom.

My heart also beats for them .

Always.

“One two. One two. Me you. Me you….”