Motherhood – Dictionary.com defines it as:
1. the state of being a mother; maternity.
2. the qualities or spirit of a mother.
3. mothers collectively.
4. having or relating to an inherent worthiness, justness, or goodness that is obvious or unarguable
In reality, it is so much more. One’s journey through this wonderful existence is the only way to fully understand it. When growing up I had a solid relationship with my mother. Of course, we had our ups and downs, but we had a strong bond. I aspire to live up to her caliber of motherhood.
This year, I have decided to honor her spirit by quoting moments of parenthood from my favorite book series. Diana Gabaldon, being a mother herself, has written the most eloquent sentiments through her characters in Outlander.
As soon as I married, my mom could not wait to fulfill her newest dream of taking the next promotion to Grandmother. She began buying baby items, even though she knew my husband and I were going to wait a few years before having children. Sadly, she never got the chance to fulfill this dream, as she passed away a year after my wedding.
It was a difficult time for me. Her death has been the hardest thing for me to endure, even now almost 21 years later. Time has not eased the pain, but I have learned to live with it on a daily basis.
When I became a mother the intensity of my grief re-surged. I would look at my daughter and wish with all of my heart that her grandma could be here to hold her. As my daughter grew I could see my mother’s soul in her, as if she were her reincarnation. This brought me peace.
What a mystery blood was—how did a tiny gesture, a tone of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the echoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments, the shadow of a face looking back through the years—that vanished again into the face that was now.
Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 44
A few years later when my son was born, the grieving process evolved yet again. It hurt my heart that my children would never know their grandmother. I have made sure to tell them stories of her, of who she was, her personality (which is still surging through my daughter), as well as her quirks.
Each year Mother’s Day is a bittersweet time for me. I revel in the joy of being a mother, yet ache to spend the day with my own mother. If my mother were still here, I’m sure she would be diving into this obsession of all things Outlander with me.
She wanted to keep this for now, be alone with the knowledge—but not alone, she corrected herself, and sank peacefully back to sleep, hands still crossed over her lively womb.
Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 115
The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades…
Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1
She felt a strange sense of déjà vu and realized that her voice was the echo of her mother’s, both in words and tone. The realization was oddly comforting, as though her mother somehow stood behind her, speaking through her.
Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 40
I often hear my mother in the words I speak to my children. I like to think, as Brianna did in the quote above, that Mom is right here with me.
Now as my children have reached their teen years, I find solace in the following two quotes:
“I have noticed,” she said slowly, “that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is – in the blink of an eye, the mother can see the child again as it was when it was born, when it learned to walk, as it was at any age — at any time, even when the child is fully grown and a parent itself.”
Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 40
I remember catching my mother gazing at me as I grew older. Now I know, and understand as I do the same with my children, what she was thinking.
It doesn’t matter what happens; no matter where a child goes—how far or how long. Even if it’s forever. You never lose them. You can’t.
Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 42
A mother’s love is like nothing else, whether you are the mother or you are the recipient. Love endures all things when it comes from motherhood. Claire nailed the sentiment when she said
All the names I’ve called you through the years- my chick, my pumpkin, precious dove, darling, sweetheart, dinky, smudge… I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 42
My most favorite quote, that embodies my entire being, comes from our sixteenth President:
All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
This Mother’s Day we at Timeless Sass3nach Journeys wish all mothers the most heartwarming, delightful and blessed day surrounded by those they love, whether physically or in spirit.
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