“your bootiful…”

i’m sipping my wine on the couch this evening,  while my 3.5 year old is savouring Monster Math. out of the blue he says “your bootiful mamma.” those 3 words broke my heart wide open. i hope he still feels that way when he’s 25. but right now, in this moment i’ll cherish those words.

today on this mothers day, the sun shone bright, very bright and i saw a few more laugh lines. lines which i have to admit aren’t going anywhere so i’ve decided they kinda suck. those lines don’t make me feel beautiful but those three words did. i guess that is the beauty of children they keep you humble, and they teach you–maybe a little more than you teach them.

revelling in the sweetness and surety of his compliment i though of all the amazing mothers i know. women who are a kaleidoscope of todays motherhood–a blend of old and new. they are the ones who tuck there kids in, put band aids on their scrapes, hold them tight until they need to let them go all while encouraging, inspiring and igniting the fire in their children, that same fire that burns within them.

these are the mammas who are working full-time but are still picking their kids up every day at 3:30, they are taking culinary classes and running marathons, returning the mat leave subsidy because they were dipping their toes in their profession whilst on their  leave. they are the ones buying businesses and revamping them while cruising in their convertible–carseats safely strapped in the back …and then there are the throwbacks. those who skip out on their career to hang with their kids. they worked out where they want to be and decided to bench themselves for a while. they hung up their high heels and Prada to just be.

today i saw a myriad of mothers…the sassy and sweet grandmothers, the lululemon ponytailed moms patrolling the playground, the the scores of expectant moms revelling in what was to come and one of my favourites the fashion fierce mamma shepherding superman off the playground in her Gucci heels.  for all the differences there was a lot of the sameness–mammas are amazing, they are powerful and the pride they have in their children is immeasurable.

whether we’ve taken on the role of mamma, are trying to take it on, or sagely decided to take a pass…we can take a moment to respect the role of motherhood. mothers should be treasured everyday, but in case they are not, let’s take moment to thank the mother or mothers who’ve gotten us where we are today.

to all the mamma’s i know, remember you are beautiful.

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About ithinkinwords

i love common sense and innovation. the trails, mountains and oceans are magic. i run a little, have recently taken up mountain biking and find bliss in yoga. getting outside everyday and moving is a must! sometimes when i am driving i look into the rearview and think how did i get here? -- last time i looked i was 17 and crossing my fingers my VW had enough gas. well it got me here.

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