I am a Mother.

Via on May 12, 2013

A Mother’s Love.

Way before this chapter of birthing, I was motherly.

At a young age, I took in every stray, injured animal and mothered it back. I started to teach at 18—I ‘adopted’ those children in a nurturing way.

I had in my heart that this is what I must do.

I was told, at 25, I would not conceive children of my own. I left the doctor’s office in a huff, crying on the inside. I mourned. My body carried a sadness for all who wanted children but could not have children. My mind switched to redefine the role of a Mother and I saw that Mothers give birth in different ways. Some are teachers, neighbors, friends and mentors. We hold hands and lift each other in this crazy-loving-insanely-passionate journey.

And now I see it…

It’s a sisterhood of the divine feminine.

Contrary to the doctors and their declaration of me being childless my heart and body said otherwise—in intervals of 15 and 13 years ago, I birthed two bundles of pure joy.

And now in the teen years, a bit of recognizable, suitable and rebellious hell swirling with private hugs too.

I have kissed imaginary cuts and bruises and given a colorful band aid just because I knew it would take the hurt away. Superficial wounds hurt, too.

As a mother, I know a popsicle will ease the trauma of a fall or distract while plucking splinters from a toe. Those sweet baby feet so tender and warm—I close my eyes and cherish the smell; its softness lingers and melts into my memory’s soul.

And there are those other moments, too, where I have walked the halls while comforting a sobbing child. Not sure which one of us wanted to cry more.

I have sat beside a hospital bed listening to the drone, beep and whistles of machines telling me my son was fighting for his life—I knew he would win.

We lovingly chide and cajole. We dance when they pee. We sing silly tunes to get them to poop. We wave good-bye to the creation of waste and watch it swirl in a flush.

We add stars to charts, make beds, sweep crumbs and pour milk in our coffee from a ‘sippy’ cup.

We let them wear snow boots in July and flip flops in December just because they are having one of those days.

I have held, wiped, rocked, cursed, screamed, cried and wondered am I doing this motherhood thing right? 

We do it right and wrong. We learn to forgive and listen to our hearts. We learn to let go and let be. We see ourselves young and we grow too.

We walk with exhaustion and weariness but also with joy and happiness.

We wear the stains of motherhood; any infant’s cry can be the ‘let down’ of milk.

We help one another when the car seat won’t click. Some days nothing clicks into place.

We let go at school and walk away trying hard to smile but the lump in our throat we can’t hide.

We give the keys and turn them free.

We listen, laugh, and carry each other through.

We want to hear, “You did okay, mom.” They now stand taller and I look and say back, “You did well too.”

And we hear the same thing; it’s called love.

I am a mother.

A mother’s love

is a child’s first love

the birth

a gift washed

upon the shore

nurtured from the

milky moon breast

moments after birth

I met your eyes

Endless orbs

stars

the breath of new

Creation held in my arms

Toes creased

Fingers curled

a mother’s love

wrapped in a cocoon

a mother’s instinct

to protect

tender right now

to let go as they grow

a mother’s love

is what I give you.

 

This piece has been adapted from the original, which appeared on Journey of The Heart: Women’s Spiritual Poetry.

 

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Ed: Bryonie Wise

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About Carolyn Riker

Carolyn is an elementary teacher, a former mental health counselor, writer and a poet who finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper. She can be seen sipping soy lattes, nibbling on dark chocolate or savoring a full-bodied red wine. Introspective, forthright, kind and compassionate, she intertwines life with yoga, meditating and studying Vedic Astrology. She also writes for Journey of the Heart and Rebelle Society. Carolyn can be reached at Facebook.

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3 Responses to “I am a Mother.”

  1. annette brindley says:

    Simply Beautiful!!!

  2. Mare Cromwell says:

    Carolyn,
    I will always Love your writing… thank you for all of your gifts and vulnerability in your words. xoxox

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