I’m still trying to reconcile with myself that I — me — am a Mother.

It sounds like an awfully big word for someone like … well, like me.

It sounds grown up and all knowing. And People. I never, ever feel grown up. And I sure as hell am not all knowing. I can’t believe there are People, real human people out there in this world that listen to what I have to say and consider me an adult.

Bizarre.

I figure with each passing day I’ll hopefully start to become a little more comfortable with my title of Mother. Then as the Mother’s Days continue to come and go year after year, I might, many years down the line, have grown into this moniker.

I’m kinda doubtful about that, but I remain eternally hopeful. So that’s something.

My thoughts on Motherhood.

Being a Mother is every cliche statement you’ve ever heard. Mothering is, hands down, the single most important thing we will ever do as women.

Why? Because we are molding our future world right under our own roof.

That is some serious shit right there. I am not teaching just FOH, I am teaching millions. That’s what happens. We teach one, we teach all.

He will go out into the world and his actions will have impact over and over. Those actions need to be actions based in love.

This is my sole goal with FOH. Love.

If I can instill in him Love at the root of what he does, he will be kind. Generous. He will not willingly harm another. He will know we’re all in this together. And together is better than alone.

Motherhood is not everything I thought it would be. Not by a long shot. It is the obvious things I initially thought … the exhaustion, the loneliness, the tedious and the day to day humdrum of life.

I didn’t know it would be so fulfilling. So life giving for me … so rewarding and joyful.

The joy. That’s what gets me everyday. Sometimes it seems like FOH might straight up explode from delight.

I know My People are supposed to be thanking me today. But I feel like I should be thanking them … thanking FOH.

He’s the one that made me a mama and when he says that word, without fail, every single damn time his little voice says, mmmaaaama, my heart shatters into a bazillion tiny pieces.

Thanks for showing me The Way home, baby. There is no greater gift than either one of us could give to each other, and to the world.