The Strength of a Woman can carry the weight of the world – Sarah Pezdek-Smith
My Mother is probably the strongest woman I have ever known. I don’t say that because she is my Mother… I say that because it is true. She has been a true example in my life of how tenaciousness, fortitude, and belief in one’s self makes up a “Woman”, and dedication, selfless love, and compassion is what makes a “Mom”.
Now I won’t lie to you, my Mom and I haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, like when I was 15 and thought that running away was a MUCH better alternative to doing my homework and keeping curfew (what was I thinking?!?!?)… yes, haven’t we ALL put our own Mothers through the ringer at least a few times in our lives? I know I have!! But one thing is for sure, there might have been times that my Mom didn’t exactly like me, but she loved me regardless…. 😉
When I became really ill I was already a Mother myself, grown up and taking care of my own little one. I went from SUPERMOM to incapacitated and debilitated in about the time it would take you to say those two words… It happened very quickly, and hit hard…. and I went from the one who nurtured to the one that needed nurturing. It was so much harder than I can even express in words.
I went from holding my 4 year-old son in my arms to being the one needed to be held…
I went from the one cooking the meals, to the one who was served dinner in bed…
I went from thinking that I had it all together and needed to rely on nobody but myself, to feeling like I was nobody without SOMEBODY to take care of me…
I lost all of my strength and power not only as a mother but as a woman.
And my Mom was there to help me pick up all the falling pieces….
Now I don’t exactly know if I wanted her to at first. There was a big part of me who wanted to remain stoic and steadfast and do all the ‘fixing’ and picking up myself. It was really hard for me to have to go from a caregiver in life to a taker… I hope she knows any attitude I have ever given her as a result was only my fear talking. It was because I didn’t believe in MYSELF, not because I didn’t believe in her.
Soon after my health fell apart my marriage followed suit. My Mom spoke to me woman-to-woman and told me the things that she wouldn’t tolerate in her own life. It made me take inventory and think about the things that I couldn’t tolerate it in mine. I made some of the toughest decisions I have ever had to make… and when I didn’t have any courage to keep going, I borrowed some of hers…. She had enough for the both of us. I owe a lot to her, and probably never told her exactly what she has done for me, but aren’t we all like that at times with our Mom’s? I know in her heart she knows… that is how a Mom is wired.
My Mom now suffers from chronic pain, and it makes me really sad. It is the one thing I never wanted to have in common with her, but I do. Her courage and the way she faces her pain is further testament to who she is as a woman…. She never complains about ‘hers’ because she is too busy trying to make mine better. She is truly selfless… resilient…. supportive…. and she IS everything I could ever want in a Mom and a friend.
It is true, the strength of a woman can carry the world… I know this to be true, because my Mom has carried mine.
What woman in your life can you honor today?
This post in dedicated to all my readers who have heavenly Moms. Some of you have lost their Moms recently, and I wanted to tell you that I am thinking of you and carrying you in my heart. xoxoxo
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