As I've mentioned in a previous post, mothers come in various forms. So even if I never gave birth to four children, I would feel the nurturing connection of mothering. We nurture in so many ways! Not to mention we have all had mothers of our own.
We nurture the planet every time we pick up a piece of trash, we nurture each other every time we hold a door open for a stranger, every time we listen with compassion, every time we give or take counsel, every time we hug someone. Whether we cry, laugh, or correct someone, we mother.
And I'm not just speaking of the lovely parts of mothering, but the not-so-lovely parts as well. Being firm, standing for discipline when needed, wiping noses and staying up late waiting for growing adolescents to come home. It's all part and parcel.
So here's to motherhood and mothering and being there for one another. And to my own mother, who has always, always been there for me.
Credit: photo courtesy of Aviarios Sloth Sanctuary