The Sisterhood of Mothers


sisterhood of mothers

We come in all shapes and sizes, all manner of opinion, tradition, and circumstance. We are not born mothers, regardless of what our children may think, though some of us are clearly better at it than others.

Our knowledge does not arrive in a neat little box with a satin bow. We learn by watching others, through sheer will, strength and adversity. We are on the front lines. Some of us hover, some parent from afar. No matter what our style, we are questioned, challenged, revered, reviled. And, fortunately, loved — though never quite as much as we love.

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We are mothers.

We are single, married, divorced, gay, straight. We are perfect; we are imperfect; we are tough; we are soft; we keep therapists in business. We are doctors without licenses perpetually on call to remedy ills and fix broken hearts.

We are cheering squads, disciplinarians, realists, dreamers, playmates, chefs, and detectives. We are students of life, professors of whatever the day brings.

Whether we work at home or in an office, our job description is long and our days are too short. Whether we have money to burn or none to spare, our salary is the same. It won’t buy what’s in any store, but it can make us feel richer just the same.

We are mothers.

Most of us do it for love, a few for glory, some just do it. All of us have the power to change lives.

We are nearly 90 million strong and sisters at heart. Still, sometimes we are each other’s toughest critics, and forget we have one another to fall back on — we are our own best source of inspiration, courage, advice and kindness.

We are mothers.

When the earliest memories of our children begin to fade — memories of their first steps, first words, first day of school — we work to keep them alive. We make scrapbooks, take photos, carry images in our hearts.

We are mothers.

There are those of us who believe that mistakes cannot be guarded against, that the old ways are the best. Others say history is to be learned from but should not be repeated — that the future must be written anew.

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One day soon, when some of us least expect it, the future will arrive. Our kids will be grown and we’ll move on with our lives separate from theirs. And when it does, and we are in the company of women friends both old and new, we’ll be reminded not of our differences, but of the single most important way we are the same.

We are mothers.


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  1. Kat says

    What a beautiful post! Although we all have our ways of getting through life, we are all the same because we are all mothers doing what we believe is best for our families. Unfortunately, we forget that sometimes…..

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  2. Debbie says

    Yes, we are mother and we do learn from each other. Lovely post Melissa.

    We learn from history, if it is good we can use it again, if it needs improved we can improve it. We are mothers and it all comes down to Love for our children.
    We do things out of love for them, we do things for them because of love. The hardest is to watch them make there own mistakes, but you can always count on a mother to be there if her child falls. She will pick them up again and again if she has too, because we are mothers feeled with love.

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  3. grownandflown says

    Lovely, Melissa. As you have written in your last paragraph, and now that our kids are almost grown, we agree with you about treasuring our friends who are also moms. Not only old and new but also IRL and online.

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