I’m sitting at gymnastics watching my Kindergartner keep up with a class of 3rd and 4th graders. He’s easily a foot and a half shorter and not nearly as polished, but the boy can run circles around them. In a gym filled with 100 young athletes the din of voices is intense. His voice rises above the rest. But look at me… I’m bragging.
I’m surrounded in the viewing area by mommas. A young one, belly swollen with new life, a toddler by her leg and a big sister on the mats. Grandmothers who’ve raised their own and are choosing to once again give their days and evenings to the second generation. Working mommas like me, with laptops at the ready, hoping to get just enough work done during the session that they don’t have to keep working after bedtime. Perhaps a foster mom (they’re hard to spot sometimes). Stay-at-home moms who’ve formed a pack, a support group, because the isolation of raising little ones alone feels unsurmountable at times.
Our babies – our ninja warriors and beautiful ballerinas – are making it because of us. Where do you think they learned those moves? From their mommas of all shapes, titles and varieties. Our strong arms lifted them above our heads as babes. Our strong backs packed them everywhere we went. That iron-tight grip on the bar? We taught them that everytime we crossed the street. We taught them to listen, to mimic, to respond. We fought the mind numbing repetition of the infant years, the endless hours of pick up lines, the traffic to get to the next event.
Through the Little Years, we were tempted to lose ourselves, and a few times we did. But we stayed tethered together – to our fellow mommas, to a Higher Power, to family. We are a determined bunch: we who are reading this blog. We have a story to tell, life lessons to pass along, goodness to give.
It occurs to me that the gift of being a mother is Abundance. When we have no strength left, we find some. When big people and little people in our lives have taken everything, we find more to give. When we find ourselves at our end, still there is abundance in our hearts.
Cheers to you, Mommas. For you – be it today, tomorrow or some distant day – there will be Abundance.