Mothers day- a personal reflection.

I have been giving this coming Mother's day alot of thought.

I share my personal story in teaching becausee I know that my story is also your story.

For anyone who knows me- I am very much in love with my child... without being creepy...lol

I will tell you a llittle story...

I never,ever thought I would be a Mother...not at least the kind that received cards on Mothers day....

Like everyone- my journey on the path of life has truely been an evolution, and for some of this journey I have stumbled, fallen and crawled along the path- by my own choosing.

Back then I did not feel deserving of joy, or unconditional love- nor was I joyful or loving uncondionally (funny how that works).

Somewhere along the way- I started to be awakened and the path cleared.

It was around this time that I found out that I was going to be a mom...
I was married to my son's Dad for 7 years by then..and frankly- we really were not expecting to be parents- I was 35. As for Jarred's Dad, he never thought in a million years that he would be a Dad.

I suppose it could not have happened any more divinely..of course.

We had surrendered the things of youth and both of us had lived our youth in our youth- we had no regrets.. I embraced and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of my pregnancy- and we were giddy with anticipation-
I knew he was a boy- from day one...

Once he was born- I was in awe of his light- his unconditional way of loving. His innocence- his simple joy in the miracles of our world. I joined him for the first time in a long time (for me), in the small wonders- looking at clouds- pondering ants as they worked.

I found in myself a strength and patience that I had for no other human being....
Motherhood made me selfless and compassionate- accountable and conscious.

So today- as I sat here- I remembered that being a Mother is a precious gift- bestowed on us.
Whether we have had children or not- the instinct to procreate and nurture is what being a mother is..whether that child or person is from your physical body or not.

Sunday- I will be celebrating this Mothers day by being present with and thanking my son...for giving me a gift that is perfect...himself.

Below are a couple of writings that my son has inspired over the years.... enjoy.

Marianne





My Baby

As I watch you sleep,
I believe in miracles.

You are a gift to me from God

You are here to tell me
that all the paths I took in life,
no matter how rocky or smooth,
were the right ones after all.

You are my reward.

As I watch you sleep,
I believe in Heaven and Angels.

You are a gift to me from God.

You are here to tell me that I have been Blessed,
that I am worthy and deserving of love.

I am in Awe.

As I watch you sleep,
I know Peace.

I am the luckiest woman in the world.

Marianne Goldweber


My Son

As I watch you play I realize you're such a little man
You do not need me as you did before, it is hard to understand.

You want to do it by yourself now, little curly head.
You cuddle when I read to you, before you go to bed.
But gone are the midnight feedings, when you cried for me in the night,
And Dad would find us fast asleep, as I held you tight.

You are only two but so big now and as I look into your eyes,
I see how much more you need me for, what a big surprise.

So now you walk beside me and I hold your little hand.
I will show you all there is to see,
My son, my little man.
Marianne Goldweber