eaglesnest

I am sitting in my office, writing this morning as my children sleep. I am dressed in the childcare uniform for my j-o-b which I need to head out for in a few minutes. I will be providing supervision of other mother’s children so they can work out on this day o’ moms. I will be in service to other mothers.

I don’t mind so much really. I am glad I can be there for other mothers at any time. I happen to also be waiting for the call from my very very pregnant friend for when she goes (again) to the hospital. Her mother isn’t going to arrive for a few more weeks. This baby isn’t going to wait. I will be the doula - the stand-in mama to the labouring mama.

Yesterday, I made a new connection to a great woman who is the “mild cheese” (vs the “Big Cheese”) of 3 women who facilitate a sober living home and programs for women in our area. I knew I needed to get involved in providing services to this group of women, some mothers. 

I am a mother. That word encompasses so much more than the fact hat I gestated & gave birth to 4 amazing human beings. For me, and many other mothers, it extends to a way of living. It is about caring for our friends, an extended family, co-workers, strangers on a bus, people, unseen & unknown, who are in need. 

It is why some women, some mothers, are health care providers, childcare workers, educators, activists, librarians, waitresses, troop leaders. The list goes on.

There are women, there are mothers, who do everything they can to mother everyone who needs them.  Sometimes, they work on the one day set aside to recognize Mothers. They don’t get to go to $20 a plate brunches or be served lopsided pancakes in bed.

They deserve more than one day. All mothers do.

Happy Mother’s Day to each and every one of you who works in service of mothers, be you a mother or a motherer.