Five years ago today I became a mother. My first-born son came into this world on a Sunday afternoon just like this one and split my heart open. He has been my greatest teacher, my biggest achievement and the source of my deepest exhaustion in my life!
Bless his beautiful soul for choosing me to be his mama and I accredit his love for the next two that followed…yes that is right, in a few short weeks I hope to be the mother of not one, not two, but three children! Following in my very own mother’s footsteps!
Today my mother, children and belly and I are celebrating our togetherness and the love that only exists between mother and children. We are planting seeds of course, and rolling in the green spring grass and giving thanks for the beautiful blessing that is to be a mother.
Happy Mothers, whether you are a mother, or have a mother, we all celebrate this life we give and are given today!
Below is the full text of this amazing poem that makes me cry every darn time I read it!!
Blessing for One About to Be Born
What shall we call you,
one who comes across a vast distance
bearing secrets of the future,
your mother’s hidden wishing,
and the remembrance of beauty that hung diffusely in the air
all those long years without you?
We call you the awaited one,
the dreamt of one, the sung one,
for we sing to you now a symphony of welcomes,
and wish for your smooth passage to this world.
As if you were sweet basil, as if you were mountain rosemary,
as if you were the golden sweetness of the apple and the pear
at harvest time–
You sweeten your mother’s innermost heart
and ripen her for ever greater mystery–
For she has kissed the hem of the most Beloved
in calling you forth, sheltering a wild faith in life
in the darkness of her belly.
Like a rose folded inward, hiding great fragrance,
like a host watching over the sleep of the most cherished guest,
You are so tenderly awaited.
Little one, we sing to you now,
calling you joy, calling you promise fulfilled,
calling you sheer vastness and little drop of honey–
Join us here,
and your earthly journey
will be cloaked with songs and praises evermore.
Your mother’s vast heart, deepening as she awaits you;
Every tear she’s ever shed for joy gathering and intensifying–
For you, little drop of honey,
coming across great distances
just to see her face at last,
just to gaze upon the face of Love at last.
— Jennifer Ferraro