How To Mother When You’ve Been Motherless

How to Mother when you’ve been motherless…

Friday night, sitting on the steps facing the front door waiting. Always waiting. Hushed whispers behind me as my Dad takes a call from my mom. I let out a deep sigh as my brothers give up and head back upstairs knowing what Dad is going to come say. I don’t give up I wait, she promised, and I believed her. My dad comes and takes a seat next to me and says, “baby its time to go to bed Mom isn’t coming. “this is the constant memory I have of my mother, my entire childhood spent waiting on a woman who couldn’t be bothered to show up for her three kids twice a month.

Motherhood scared me, How would I raise kids of my own when my own mother checked out of my life at such a young age? Would I care enough to stay in my own children’s life when my own mother couldn’t be bothered? How do you mother when you were motherless?

I spent my entire pregnancy reading every book on mothering I could find. Those around me told me I’d be great, “its instinct they’d say,” and laugh off my fears. I ignored them and paged my way through another book on parenting. If my mother didn’t have the instinct to mother, then maybe it wasn’t natural for me.

But then the day came, after 20 minutes of pushing I was handed this 8-pound 6-ounce baby boy and suddenly my entire world centered itself. Holding my son in my arms felt right, felt like I was meant to do it. It hasn’t been easy and two more kids later I’m still no expert on mothering, but I’m doing it. Just because my mother walked out on me doesn’t mean I was destined to walk out on my own kids. There’s nothing I love more than coming home from work and seeing their beautiful faces staring at me. Nothing fills me with passion like motherhood does. It’s a whole new world I never expected to find myself immersed into.

You can move past all the bad things in your life and create something good. Its always a possibility. You just have to have a little faith in yourself. I never imagined I would be a successful mother based on the fact my own mother didn’t step up, but here I am day in and day out rocking the mom thing. You can do anything you set your mind to and no one can stop you.  My mom failed, in no uncertain terms, she failed at being a mother, but I am succeeding, and I refuse to let my children sit on the stairs and wait for me.

 

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