This week the interwebby welcomed and loved a certain blog post about what children really want. We applauded and shared the good news, the news that what our children really need is US. Their Mothers. This post was well written and thoroughly embraced by the Mom bloggers community. When I just checked it had been ‘liked’ 289,000 times and tweeted 6989 times.
I love the fact that this blog post is reminding us about the basics, ‘Can we remind each other that it is our uniqueness and love that our children long for? It is our voices. Our smiles. Our jiggly tummies. Of course we want to learn, improve, exercise, cook better, make our homes lovelier, and provide beautiful experiences for our children, but at the end of the day, our children don’t want a discouraged, stressed-out mom who is wishing she were someone else’.
Amen and amen. In this day and age when we are trying to be all things to all men (and women), and technology is constantly bombarding us with more ways to be ‘more’, it is nice to actually have someone write from the heart and say WHOA. That’s not what Motherhood is about. And weren’t we just crying out to be told that? Otherwise why was the post embraced so warmly? We needed to be told that.
But, dear Mother Friend of Mine, I’d like to take this one step further. Without placing another demand on your life, because this is indeed a freeing thing, I’d like to suggest that as well as keeping a right perspective about your importance to your family as that popular post encouraged, I would love to see more Mother Friends of mine living their lives in a reciprocal manner.
Mother Friends being real Mother Friends. Helping each other along the way. Supporting each other along the way. Praying for each other along the way. Speaking out verbal encouragement to each other along the way. Sharing practical help to each other along the way.
Dear Mother Friends of mine, I see your discouragement when sickness comes, when children challenge boundaries, when worries come your way. When trying to deal with the pressures you put on yourself and receive from others. I see the downcast eyes, the tears close by, the frown tugging at your face. I hear the frustrations in your voice, the scratch at your throat as you hold in your emotions. The inability to look outside of your world, because your inner world is taking up all of your effort and strength.
But friends, dearest Mother Friends of mine. If you only knew what joy there was to be found by being sincerely and genuinely interested in others. By lifting your eyes away from your own issues, and onto others’ delights and challenges, then…..you would find true freedom and sisterhood.
Dear Mother Friends of Mine I promise that if you show yourself to be a real friend, you will receive true friendship in return. And that is a gift to be cherished.
Dear Mother Friends of mine, lift your head – out of your nest of diapers, games, toys and routines, turn to Him who will guide you and refresh you, and then turn to those walking the journey with you. Mothering is so much better with sisters around you.
Dear Mother friend of mine, life was never meant to be a solo act. Rise and smile. Hearts lifted, together.