I’m A Mother, I’m A Woman And I Know What My Priorities Are – I’m A Mom

Society is always in charge of putting different labels on us since we arrived in the world: we are daughters, sisters, the perfect couple, friends, hardworking, strong, beautiful, brave and, at times, even vulnerable.
I'm a mother, I'm a woman and I know what my priorities are

Being a woman implies having to listen to the most varied labels and the most varied terms. However, what counts, what counts most is the one with which we define ourselves: “I am a mother”.

This is without a doubt the definition that makes us most proud. However, we express it and feel it also with a brush of adequate humility for a very simple reason: we know we are not perfect.

Motherhood is a continuous growth process in which we never stop learning. A period in which the woman must assume certain mistakes to correct, in which we are always receptive to the needs of our children.

We are, moreover, women who have learned to love themselves.  We are mothers who have their priorities very clear because we go through a series of situations, moments and difficulties from which we learned lessons and reflections.

All of this gives us exceptional baggage, an added value that is not seen, but felt and that a mother notices.

With all of this, we want to make something very simple clear. In addition to what society says about women, the labels they like to place on us at all times, only one opinion has value: ours.

You’re not perfect, but it’s IMPORTANT

I'm a mother

Carl Gustav Jung said in his studies that  all of us human beings are born with an innate ability to recognize our mother. What we hope to find in it is not just food, it is protection, affection and care.

Jung defined this natural instinct as part of our collective unconscious, as an apprenticeship that we all share as a species and that makes us, soon after arriving in the world, search for this very significant figure.

Now, although so far it has not been possible to scientifically demonstrate the existence of this psychic tissue where the classic archetypes of the Swiss psychiatrist inhabit, what neuroscience says is that the baby has the natural ability to recognize its mother and understand that its survival depends her.

Obviously, the  father figure is equally important and essential. However, the child’s brain is closely linked to the mother, so these first experiences, this first impression based on a secure and meaningful attachment, will undoubtedly ensure its proper development and emotional stability.

I'm a mother

So you must never doubt your importance as a mother. You can be fallible in many other aspects and imperfect in some aspect of your life.

However, to this little creature that has just been born, you mean everything. You are your world, your livelihood, your warm skin where you feel safe. Anyway, you are your best refuge.

Imperfect Mothers Living in Real Worlds

There is a very entertaining book titled  “The Imperfect Mother: Sincere Confessions of Mothers Living in the Real World” by Therese J. Borchard.

It tells stories and situations that are so complicated, hilarious and desperate that moms and dads alike will identify.

One of the stories we can find is the author’s own son.  When he was 4 years old, he pushed another child into the waters of the Chesapeake Bay, Virginia, United States.

The other child, 5 years old, was only drenched, there was no greater severity. However, from that day on, Therese J. Borchard went from being the ideal mother to being the mother of a “little psychopath”.

They defined her that way for a long time, until she was able to regain her status as a good mother among the community of concerned parents unable to understand the punctual and thoughtless behavior of a four-year-old.

The book also talks about the conscience that sometimes weighs on us for not being able to spend more hours with our children or  because we sometimes give in to their blackmail  and buy for them what they ask for or cook something unhealthy that they insistently ask for.

I'm a mother

In short, they are everyday realities that, at times, make us doubt ourselves, in which we feel like terrible mothers.

When, in reality,  each act, each concession, each concern and, above all, each thing we do, responds exclusively to the infinite and immeasurable love we dedicate to them. 

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