Mother’s Day this year brings about new thoughts and emotions for me because I now have a little one of my own (who will someday very soon actually be saying “Mama”). It’s definitely a beautiful feeling to know that I am his and vice versa.
And when I sit down and really think about what that means, I get a little teary-eyed.
The funny thing about becoming a mother is that it makes you realize your own mortality. The carefree days of your youth are suddenly burdened with the realization that death does actually exist, and you will one day not be there for your child, at least in physical form.
A reassuring thought for me, though, is that the bond between a mother and her child is eternal and will stay with Liam long after I am gone, just as my bond will remain with my own mother.
And whenever I think about this type of deep, eternal love, I think of e.e. cummings' poem, "i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)." He explains it far more elegantly than I ever could. It's the perfect poem for Mother's Day, I think.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
The funny thing about becoming a mother is that it makes you realize your own mortality.