Nanilin and All Her Girls and Boys
Motherhood is the ultimate when it comes to creating. The miracle of cell division into a human being is mind-boggling! It seemed fit to end our month long look at creativity with a post on mothering.
Today, we celebrate the birthday of my oldest daughter. She has the sole distinction of being the one through which I became known as Momma, or Ma, or Moooommmm, depending on the mood of the child speaking.
It is difficult for me to grasp that she is a thirty-something adult with two children of her own. Often when I think of her, I picture in my mind the little girl with a pixie cut trying to grapple with little sisters. I have to remind myself that some of my friends are the same age as she is. How did that happen?
Being a mother calls a woman into creativity whether she realizes it or not. (Let me state that the term "mother" is about both those who give birth and those who take a child into their heart and home through adoption.)What is more creative than a mother trying to come up with a solution that will keep her baby quiet during a church service? Isn't it creative when a mother juggles work, home and life, finding time to bake cookies or read a book or create a way to make folding laundry a fun family event?
What a delight to watch my daughters as they discover their own creativity as mothers. How surprising to hear my words come back to me time and again; evidence that what I said or did actually stayed with them.
Of all the creative pursuits I have participated in, none has been more rewarding, more demanding, more time-consuming, more delightful or more enjoyable than motherhood. Thanks, Gwendolyn for giving me the title of Mom!