Mothers. One solitary word evokes emotion for each and every one of us.
We all have a powerful connection with our mothers; present and past memories stay with us, eternally, in the deepness of our heart.
There are strong correlations and meaningful parallels between a mother and my favorite flower — the iris. An iris is complex; there are many different varieties that make each unique and distinct.
There are folds and layers of the iris that represent the depth of heart and the beauty of its sheer existence. Similarly, mothers are complex and there is no mother that is exactly alike; all unique in abilities, talents, personality and beliefs.
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Ironically, while there is complexity in mothers, there is a simplicity that is universal and indisputable. The complexity is trying to get it right; the entire motherhood thing. Every mother strives to get it right, and it is a never-ending process of work hard, try hard, pray hard.
The simplicity is loving and caring; it is innate, natural, and genuine.
A mother I know was once told, “You care too much.”
I never knew that was even possible. To care and to love from our hearts and souls is the only way a mother knows how to do life.
The undeniable fact is that mothers are human. We feel, we fear, we believe, we succeed, we fail, we encourage, we smile, we cry, we hope, we celebrate, we hold, we hug, we laugh, we pray.
We are real people with hopes and dreams for our children, for our family and friends, and for ourselves; in that order. From the heart of every mother to the hearts of our children; thank you for loving us just the way we are, even with all of our idiosyncrasies.
An iris is a perennial; it comes back every year despite the challenges of the Valley heat and unpredictable freezes. It battles through and returns with a bloom that is appreciated even more after surviving the harsh conditions.
Mothers weather the challenges of life; our own challenges as well as our children’s and loved ones’.
Despite the challenges that our children face in life, we continue to believe that, after weathering the storm, in time you will come back. Just like the perennial iris, our children will bloom in their own special way with even more effervescent beauty.
I recently heard this quote: “A mother is only as happy as their least happy child.” Every mother can relate.
The roots of an iris are hearty and deep. Because of deep root systems, an iris is abundant and prolific. Similarly, a mother’s foundational beliefs are deeply rooted by parents and family, tradition and culture. Our roots are who we are as mothers; every part of who our children are originates from our roots.
Abundant love between mother and child is God’s way of showering us with pure joy.
An iris shared between people demonstrates kindness and friendship. There is a connection between one another and the thoughtful gesture that strengthens and bonds relationships. Mothers understand the value of relationships, and we carefully surround our children and ourselves around meaningful people who enrich our lives with virtue, encouragement and integrity.
Someone once told me that the iris’ three petals represent three things: faith, valor, and wisdom. There are no better words that describe a mother. They are faithful, courageous and intelligent. Every mother desires to be seen in this light.
I hope, occasionally, between the laundry, discipline and protecting loved ones from harm, mothers are reminded of this. Genuine love displayed to a mother may be unspoken or subliminally hidden between comments or actions from people who are sincerely loving and understanding. Mothers strive to live life with faith, valor and wisdom. We are a work in progress just like every other human.
While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about. This is the true meaning of existence.
In some ways, the iris is a symbol of life. And in essence, perhaps a mother is as well. I know my mother was when I was a child, and she continues to be from up above.
The iris is a perennial; a mother is life everlasting, permanence in the soul, always present in the heart. Eternal love.