With Mother's Day approaching, one can't help but think of their mothers. Or themselves as mothers. Or the hundreds of mothers they know. I am both a mother and a daughter. I know many mothers and daughters. And I'm privy to the innerworkings of dozens of their relationships.For all of us, our relationships are delicate and complicated. Very rarely can anyone articulate their feelings in a simple phrase. At every age, in every season, we hurt each other, we question each other, we dumbfound one another. We often expect too much of each other. And sometimes we expect too little. We talk more than we listen. And our communication frequently fails.
But in the end, by a miracle that only motherhood can produce, our mothers are the consummate champions. We call them first, ask them first, tell them first. At the end of the day, they're the ones in our corner. We may not like what they're wearing or even what they're saying, but they're there. They have sacrificed for us, worked for us, prayed for us, and loved us in spite of ourselves. And we do the same for our children.
And so it goes on, with this mystical thread between us. A thread that is somehow fragile and strong at once. Happy Mother's Day every one!
