When I was a little girl, I thought my mother was amazing because she could cook. I would watch with wonder as she frosted cakes, rolled out pie dough, and crimped crusts. She always knew when the chicken was done and the potatoes were perfect without even setting a timer. Somehow I knew that one day I might be able to do these things too but that didn’t stop me from standing in awe: How did she do that?
By the time I was married and a mother of one, I was a pretty proficient cook, but I thought my mother was amazing because she had given birth nine times. She had managed an active household brimming with babies, toddlers and older children and pulled off sports activities, birthday parties, and endless rounds of stomach viruses, all with seeming ease. Overwhelmed and exhausted with my one baby girl, I had to wonder: How did she do that?
Today I do all right with my own full household, but now I think my mother is amazing because she allowed her children to grow up and make their own mistakes. She got all of them through college, learned how to let go of them gracefully, and most importantly passed on to each of them a solid Catholic formation and foundation of faith. How did she do that?
Even as I am amazed, however, I know that I will one day find myself in that same place meeting my own varying degrees of failure and success in the next stage of motherhood. I recognize the ever-changing nature of the role of mothers everywhere. With God’s grace we are usually ready to meet the new challenges our jobs present us with at each stage of our lives, and you know what? That IS amazing!