The Journey of Motherhood

When I became a mother I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t have any nephews or nieces, I’d never babysat. In fact, there was a time I was the least likely to even have a child, but my first born made being a mother easy. Well, easier than it could be.

We are an interfaith family.  I was raised Catholic and Husband is Jewish, but when we decided to raise our children Jewish I found myself, yet again, at a loss. How would I help with their religious schooling? What would be the best way to blend our family?

My oldest, the boy, made his Bar Mitzvah this past weekend and it’s been quite a journey for this non-Jewish mother to watch him grow from a new baby at his bris strapped to a piece of wood with a yarmulke tied to his head, screaming his lungs off (I cried too. Not because he would be Jewish, but because he was being tortured. Hey, he was eight days old and I was a hormonal mess.) to the little boy swimming in the Mikveh not wanting to get out of the “pool” into the young man committed to his religious teachings and traditions. Son has made having a Jewish child easy.

 

Thank you Morguefile
Thank you Morguefile

We’re about to begin the journey again with Daughter. Her turn will be in a year and half and the time will fly. I am grateful for our many blessings and the love surrounding us from family and friends.

I still don’t know what I’m doing when faced with the job of mothering. The path is a bumpy one and the visibility ahead is limited. Most days, I make things up as I go along because I’m still waiting for a field guide or a map or something.

But I will tell you this, when I look at the years that have passed, every trip in the road has been worth it.

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5 thoughts on “The Journey of Motherhood

  1. Mazel tov to your son and to you! Congratulations! And as for not knowing what to do, aren’t we all just making it up as we go along? I keep thinking motherhood is like performing – never let ’em see you sweat! But we do. we all do.

  2. A friend once commented: “you get more instructions with a vacuum cleaner than with a new baby.” I believe hubby and I are very fortunate, but at almost 17 and 15 we are just beginning to think we may have done something right.

    My aforementioned friend was also once told, ” Childhood is short, but the days are long.” Such wisdom! Problem is, childhood can be so intense it can very easily be wished away. Never thought I’d miss my guys small, but it has happened. Now I wonder how and when they became very young men. And sometimes, I even cry for the little boys they never will be again.

    Flipping hormones.

    1. Your friend is wise. When the kids were little I used to think those stages would never end. Having to carry them everywhere, tying their shoes, etc. This morning I watched both kids get on the middle school bus and thought I might cry. The days are flying by now.

      1. Right about the time they started flying for me. After that, they whiz by at supersonic speed. You look at yourself with your hunny and say, “When and how did this happen?” My younger guy started high school this year. Older guy has driver’s permit. Been asking hubby that question a lot lately.

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