"The moment a child is born, so also the mother is born."
There are truly no words to describe what it is like for me to be a mother to my children. Especially now when I have a child who needs me so deeply. Sometimes during the day I find myself staring at my girls in disbelief that these beings hold part of my genetic make up. I am honored.
Sephine, as well as Kora and Jilly, have proven to us that they have strength, resilience and hearts full of joy and love for their family. These attributes make it completely wonderful for me to call myself a mother.
There is a particular tree called the Madrona. With big smooth leaves and bark which curls in layers, this tree also has another quality. Luci Shaw describes "When a Madrona branch withers and dies, it is not in the nature of the tree to allow it to rot or drop off. Rather, as the young healthy wood and bark grow, they creep around the aged gray appendage like a bandage, a second skin, covering and protecting it, welcoming it back to tree-ness. No wonder the word 'madrona' means mother."
When I first read about this tree, the first image I had was that the sustaining element of the new limbs was pertaining to myself "mothering". Then, i read it again.
Children are proof to us that as mothers we have this amazing opportunity to grow them by example, nurturing, holding, cherishing. But as a mother grows older, children are the ones who are showing mothers this nurturing, teaching us how to be more loving, more patient, bringing us back to our "tree-ness". They are the the young healthy wood, embracing, holding tight to their mother.
To my mother Leneta, her mother Mildred, my father's mother Anna, Doug's mother Dessie, her mother Charlotte, Doug's father's mother, Jessie, my sister-mothers Anna, Kate, Kristy and Jody-YOU ALL HAVE SHOWN ME THE TRUE BEING OF MOTHERHOOD. Sephine, Jilly and Kora would not be the same if I didn't have you.