12/52 | A mother's love

Some times we just don't make it to the night routine.

His pride in typing a sentence, fills me with a an achy pride i never knew possible.

A mother’s job is to love her child. There is no complexity to this, it is simple, yet it is a task fraught with endless fear of failure. We dive deep with raw and endearing pursuit to achieve, to conquer and to rise above and beyond our own on measures. Yet we burst through the surface of that love in constant throws of guilt. Barely do we break that surface, barely do we stop and breathe deeply, our lungs filling, relishing in the relief that possibly, just maybe today we got it right!

I sit here tonight in judgement of myself, of the choices I make which as a mother I feel lead me to an endless torment of criticism and judgement on my own part. This is wrong. I am a mother and my job, in this lifetime is to love them, is to love them with the deepest parts of myself and to tire in my efforts to ensure that this love is known, and felt by them. Everything else will follow in due course. So when the day has taken hold of whom you are and left you raw and broken, turn to your little babe and ask.

‘Did I love them today?, Did I love them deeply and wholly, with such fervorous resolve and reverence for the little person they are?’. Because that is your job. To love them so as they know that who they are, this little person they are becoming, is not judged. Rather it is welcomed, is celebrated. In your arms above all else they will be sheltered, they will be loved, they will find home. If you can do this for your child, if you can be this for your child, then I say you are being the best mother you can be. You have broken the surface, so take a breath, inhale deeply and delight in it’s soulful replenishment. For today you were the best mum you could be.

Linking in with Jodie for the 52 Project and the girls from the wholeheartedjournal - A celebration of motherhood.