As you all know, this past weekend was Mother’s day weekend. It is the weekend for all the mothers of the world to be celebrated, thanked, and encouraged for the work they do every single day. We spent the weekend outside. We went to a festival (almost got a dog! Not this time though), played in the yard, and went to the lake. It truly was my ideal weekend, and I felt so incredibly loved.
While I was reflecting on the weekend, I began to think about what a mother actually is. Who a mother is to a person. The literal definition is “a woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth”. Absolutely, I can get behind that. Someone’s literal mother is the person who carries them in the womb, and then gives birth to them. Sure, but however, if you use “mother” as a verb, it means to “bring up (a child) with care and affection”. The art of mothering, so they say. Now that is something very different. To mother someone doesn’t mean to birth them. To mother someone doesn’t mean that they have to have the same DNA as you. To mother someone is to love them. To bring them up in this world. To guide them through life’s most frustrating and joyous moments. To kiss them goodnight, and tuck them in with their favorite bunny. To teach them the difference between right and wrong, and be there for them when they mix those up.
I would argue to say that there are a lot of women out there that aren’t technically mothers, but do a lot of mothering. There are women out there that love, cherish, and tend to children that aren’t their own, but yet they treat them like they are. There are women out there that I learn so much from every day. Women that love Faye so well, and encourage me to be a better mother every day. Women that “mother” her. Shouldn’t they be celebrated just as much? Shouldn’t they be recognized as vital people in our children’s lives? Women that impact our children’s lives beyond our wildest imagination?
Well today I want to do just that. So, thank you. Thank you to all the women out there that have shown my daughter care and affection. Thank you to all the women out there that have “mothered” my daughter. There is no way that you can understand quite how much it means to me. To see other people love my child touches my heart like nothing else. And you all do just that. It takes a village, my friends. And I sure as heck know that this George village would perish without all of the “mothers” stepping in.