The Mom Stays In The Picture
“My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.”
― Jodi Picoult
This morning, I was reading a family member's blog about her adorable 9-month old baby who came into her family through adoption and has been such a blessing to her. In her blog post, she linked to an article in the Huffington Post titled 'The Mom Stays In The Picture.'
It was a tender, real, and honest expression of a mother who realized that it did not matter if she was perfectly dressed, had perfectly coiffed hair, and a perfect body to match, to be in the picture with her children. She talked about how her children should know that she was always in the picture, doing the myriad of things that mothers do and that go unnoticed. So, despite not being well put together and carrying some baby weight and minimal makeup (all things she expressed were reasons she did not want her picture taken), she appeased her little boy's request to have their picture taken in a photo booth at a party, and will treasure that photograph of them forever.
This article touched me and got me thinking of mothers and children. Of my mother. My beautiful mother who gave birth to me and my sister. My beautiful mother who raised us to love God and family first, and who filled our lives with laughter, joy, and faith. My beautiful mother who has sacrificed her whole life to ensure our happiness. My beautiful mother who taught me to be independent, confident, loving, caring, strong, faithful, and happy. My beautiful mother who has always been in the picture in my life and still is, influencing me in ways that she never dreamed about, encouraging me through her example to be the best that I can be.
I love you, Mom.
Irrespective of race, or the color of our skin, a mother's love is universal and binding. I thought I should share some photographs of beautiful mothers and their babies. To all the mothers out there—thank you.
I want to grow old and be like my mummy.