During a job interview, the interviewer asked for some terms to describe my strengths and weaknesses. Several of those terms seemed to fall into both categories. One term was “impatience”. As a strength, I had always been one to be diligent and proficient; planned and punctual; thorough and thought-out. As a weakness, I struggled with passing duties to other people if I felt I could do it faster / stronger / better.
As such, I prayed for patience.
My prayer was answered in a way I never anticipated: a baby. Since the birth of my daughter, I “see” mothers in a new light. I had an expectation of what motherhood would be like, based on what I saw from the other mothers in my life. I expected that having time off from “work” during maternity leave would provide more time to get other tasks done. Instead, I was consumed by my baby. A task that would have normally taken me 10 minutes, now takes me 10 hours (or in some cases 10 days). I’m not as put-together as I was pre-baby and during pregnancy. And to my surprise, I’m OK with that.
I have celebrated Mother’s Day as a daughter, as a granddaughter, as a great-granddaughter, as a God-daughter, and as a daughter-in-law. Today, I celebrate as a mother!
I celebrate my daughter’s birth and my own birth into motherhood. I celebrate the mundane moments and the sporadic changes. I celebrate the messy hair and the unmatched clothes. I celebrate the unknown and the learning. I celebrate the most glorious job that I could never have understood or truly appreciated until I became a mother myself.
Thank you to my mother and mother-in-law, to my grandmothers and great-grandmothers, to my mother-friends and soon-to-be-mother-friends, for your love and support and inspiration and encouragement and patience.