So I keep seeing these ‘Proud to be a Mum’ posts on my wall.
They are lovely. I am pleased you are proud. You should be.
I just can’t help thinking about all of the women (and men for that matter) that are trying so desperately to be parents.
These posts must be so hurtful to see. Like motherhood is some exclusive club they aren’t invited to.
In fact, I think part of me is hurt by them.
I think what bothers me is that this one I keep seeing asks for a photo. Like you have to have photo evidence for it to count?
But… Let’s just say….
what if you were pregnant, but lost your baby before birth, you would not necessarily have photo evidence, but you still have a right to call yourself a mother.
What if your child has died or been abducted? You may not be able to kiss them goodnight, but you still have the right to call yourself a mother.
What if you devote your whole life to helping others. Serving the poor or caring for the needy. You would not have your own children, but you still have a right to call yourself a mother.
You could be so desperately trying for that positive test, wanting and wishing, being turned down at every avenue. You may not be ‘successful’ yet, but you still have a right to call yourself a mother.
Or….Like me, you may have ten beautiful and very special children in your care. You not only teach them but love them unconditionally and are devoted to them and their families. I may not be allowed to post photos on Facebook of these utterly gorgeous children, but I still have a right to call myself a mother.
It is the unconditional love you feel for others.
It is the devotion to serve.
It is unrelenting care you give.
This is being a mother.
So from one mother to another, stand proud and own this title….
because you earned it.