And so it was and so it is that the best is yet to come.
The best is always yet to come.
Motherhood is always mingled with darkness and light. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
My children have seen me at my mountain top best and my rock bottom worst. I have muddled my way through motherhood, making mistakes, overreacting, under-reacting, discovering the many sides of myself. But no matter the mistakes I made, my children beckoned me into their lives and loved me unconditionally.
For me, loving my children unconditionally was as involuntary as breathing. I adore them all, but beyond that I like them. And I feel the same about their chosen partners.
The interplay between them is amicable and hilarious, a little bit jabbing, and a lot bit loving. They know one another’s weaknesses and strengths. They play on them and lean into them as well.
The particular intensity of motherhood has not been lost on me. And now I get to enjoy the fruits of all those years as I watch my beautiful children begin to raise their own families. Grandparenting is the best of all worlds.
So you see? The best is always yet to come! I can’t wait to see what comes next!
Walking in to Walmart
that hot summer day
I wondered if everyone knew
I wondered if everyone saw
the marks of motherhood
on my body.
I am a mom.
Surreal and hyper real.
Like no sleep in days
dripping faucet breasts real.
Like can’t sit down without a pillow real.
Like worried sick I’ll do the wrong thing real.
Like a tiny human now totally dependent on me for survival real.
in that moment
what our life
would be like—
I wondered who
that tiny human
Today I look down at my body
forever marked by motherhood
I look at my grown children
and their beautiful lives
and their beautiful loves
I look at my Little Wonder
growing up too quickly
wise beyond his years
and I know
the best was yet to come.
—A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
Happy Mother’s Day to you and your mothers. Even if you aren’t a mother, you made someone a mother so YAY YOU!