Sitting here in our backyard with Sammy Sue, I think about the years I spent mourning the loss of being a mother. After three years of trying and three miscarriages, my marriage ended. Already pushing my late thirties, starting over seemed impossible. I would never find someone, have enough time to get to know him, and be able to get pregnant before the inevitable "clock" wound down. But, as fate would have it, I was wrong, and now that I am a mother in the traditional sense, I can't help but realize I had always been a mother!
As I sit here brushing Sammy Sue's fur, I can't help but wonder what makes a mother? When does one become a mother, and to whom do we mother? Thinking back on our years together, I realize Sammy Sue gave me everything I needed to be a mom: someone to love, someone to care for, and, at times, someone to discipline :-)
Reaching farther back into my mothering memory bank, I realize I was a mother to countless birds that visited my backyard bird feeders; I mothered the plants that needed my care and attention; hell, I even mothered the little rollie pollies on my morning walks, as I tenderly scooped them up from the sidewalk and placed them safely in the grass.
Mothering isn't just about birthing a child, it is about giving a part of you to everything you've ever cared for; it's about leaving this world a little brighter, a little safer, and a little more beautiful than how we found it.
Since this is a blog post dedicated to my Sammy Sue, here are some of my favorite pictures of her...
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