Today is the first Mother’s Day when both my sisters as well as all three of my sisters-in-law are Moms. And it’s weird when I think about each of them as mothers, not because they’re not suited to the role. Quite the contrary; they’re all quite good at it.
What makes it kind of weird is watching my nieces and nephews relate to them, as if these women I knew as girls and (brothers’) girlfriends have never been anything but mothers. I mean, it didn’t occur to me until I was well into my adolescence, maybe even when I was in college, that there was a time when my Mom was new at mothering, yet she was a pretty darn good mother.
To us, she was an expert Mom. That’s how we knew her. And that’s how my nieces and nephews know their Mommies.
Back in February when I visited my new nephew and watched my baby sister take care of that child, her son, she seemed as natural at it as did our Mom. Maybe it was helping our sister with our nieces and nephews and watching our sisters-in-law take care of their kids. Or maybe it was something else.
Whatever it is, my baby sister who couldn’t stop crying the first time I held her, seems to have a way of quieting her son’s tears, whether it’s by feeding him or just comforting him with soothing words and a maternal touch.
Seeing my nephew in my sister’s arms, I recalled our mother holding her when she was that small. With the birth of her first child many years ago, our mother, like her youngest child this past year, became a mother for the first time. She did a pretty good job; that little baby grew up to be a successful neurosurgeon, happily married now to the same woman for over twenty years, with four amazing sons, including a very talented young blogger.
Given the nurturing his Mommy is providing him, my youngest nephew is certain to do as well as, if not better than, his oldest maternal uncle.