Being a mother is my greatest joy. I am overwhelmed at times with the enormity of motherhood--that Jah, the universe, the Creator thought that I was capable, worthy to be responsible for these two little souls housed in the bodies of my sons. I never knew I could love so intensely, so completely. It fulfills me in a way I didn't think was possible. When I watch them play, grow, laugh, it tugs at my heart and my eyes well up. I watch them sleeping and the peace that's on their face calms me and settles me. They are my meditation.
I remember before I had children how much I longed to celebrate Mother's Day. I remember the year I was pregnant with my first baby and I wasn't quite a mother just yet . . . I just couldn't wait. Now, I'm not a big fan of the commercialism associated with all these holidays but Mother's Day has a special place in my heart and I usually try to let all the Mother's I love know that they are appreciated. Often the work of mothering is so devalued so it is absolutely imperative that we take a day aside to honor the Mother. It's not an easy job. There are days when you just want to throw in the towel. But all in all, all I hope is that I will be the kind of mother Marcus Garvey speaks of and that my children will bless me for being:
The Black Mother
Where can I find love that never changes
Smiles that are true and always just the same,
Caring not how the fierce tempest rages,
Willing ever to shield my honored name?
This I find at home, only with Mother,
Who cares for me with patient tenderness;
She from every human pain would rather
Save me, and drink the dregs of bitterness.
If on life's way I happen to flounder,
My true thoughts should be of Mother dear,
She is the rock that ne'er rifts asunder,
The cry of her child, be it far or near.
This is love wonderful beyond compare;
It is God's choicest gift to mortal man;
You, who know Mother, in this thought must share,
For, she, of all, is Angel of your Clan.
My Mother is black, loveliest of all;
Yes, she is as pure as the new made morn;
Her song of glee is a clear rhythmic call
To these arms of love to which I was born.
Where'er in life I may happen to roam;
Thou shalt always be the Fairy Charmer
To turn my dearest thoughts to things at home.
Of course, DH was a sweetie. He's working actual Mother's Day so he went down to the city on Saturday and picked up some Ethiopian Food from our usual Ethiopian restaurant Awash. It is way to stressful to try to eat out with the boys so it was such a sweet gesture that he would stop all his work here around the house and do that. The food was delicious as always and my Big Baby Boy even ate a good amount! I couldn't ask for more.