In most cultures, the mother symbolizes selflessness. She is  perceived as a phenomenon of endless dedication to those placed under her care. Nevertheless, there seems to be a fine line between parental devotion and martyrdom…

In Poland, the phrase “Matka Polka” (translate “Polish Mother”) is used mainly for honourable causes. One of the largest highly specialized medical complexes in the country is named “Polish Mother’s Memorial Hospital…” In 1830, Matka Polka became the respected recipient of a poem written by Adam Mickiewicz (a celebrated Polish writer). Paradoxically still, over the years, the same phrase began to be commonly associated with the futility of motherhood. Sadly, in many eyes, “Matka Polka”, in spite of her sacrificial devotion to family, is seen as a woman unfulfilled and un-inspiring…

Since becoming a mom, even my small everyday decisions require some form of consideration for others. Life changes when you step into parental shoes, no doubt. The time, which you once thought was yours, no longer even pretends to belong to you; and many things, once estimated to be accomplished in no time, now take longer.

Milton Berle (American comedian/actor) said: “If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” This rhetorical question, in a humorous way, illustrates how daunting motherhood can get sometimes. At some point, the world of a servant-less mother must accommodate numerous demands and messy issues, no matter how often ‘the laundry’ gets done. Moreover, nowadays, being a mother rarely exempts one from having to take care of other responsibilities…

Today’s world glorifies achievement. Everything moves fast – technology, cars, and people. Add the obsession with self, and there you have it – an ordinary mom’s profile comparable to that of a snail, which we all know to be on the smaller/slower side of things. Whenever I feel smaller and slower than the rest, due to motherhood, my heart is blessed to hear the following words: “What you’re doing is very important and significant.”

These words may just be what you need to hear right now.

You are an artist with a high calling – one of the pioneers and very influential creators given to paint on the unique canvas of your child’s heart and soul. Your efforts may go unnoticed by people, but Heaven sees the most subtle of your brushstrokes… You are precious… Remember this because you will not always have someone there to remind you.

Little big mom, we need your strength and we need your smile 🙂

Dedicated to mothers, fathers and others… whose lives are strongly devoted to the needs of people.

*****

Sometimes, it may feel like

We were left behind…

With dust in our eyes

From another’s wheels…

Keep it moving though…

As slow as you must and as fast as you can

There’s a time and a season for each one –

Even Mom.

😉