Lesa Cline-Ransome’s Writerhood : Mother’s Day Graduation
I spent my Mother’s Day up to my neck in tissues. The antihistamines I had taken did little to ease the discomfort of allergies, and so, as I sat propped on my couch, I had an awful lot of time to sip tea, blow my nose and think. Mother’s Day is the one day of the year when I indulge myself. I insist on breakfast in bed, time alone, a home cooked meal. No cleaning, no laundry, and no guilt, just a day of pure relaxation. But this was a Mother’s Day of firsts. It coincided with the college graduation of my eldest daughter. It was the first mother’s day where I wasn’t focused solely on celebrating me. It was the first mother’s day I had spent in decades with my mother and sister. And what better way to spend it than with the two women who have seen me through this motherhood journey for the past twenty-one years. When my daughter walked across the Syracuse stage to accept her diploma, we cheered loudly. She hadn’t had an easy time of it which meant that neither had I. But with the support of my mother and sister, my daughter and I made it through. It felt as if it were the three of us who walked across that stage with her. We’d been on the rollercoaster ride together, buckled in for the fun and fear of seeing a child through their journey to adulthood. For twenty-one years, they talked me through, cheered me on, scolded, and encouraged me when I didn’t know which way to turn. When I was tired, they came. When I needed to work, they took a load off. When I didn’t have enough, they chipped in. The role of fathers of course, is equally valuable, but it feels like motherhood is more of a group effort. I believe it takes a village, a family and a whole lot of friends.