Ascending a hill begins with pedaling as long as you can in whatever gear you happen to be in. As turning the pedals becomes more difficult, you shift into an easier gear with the push of a finger or two. Leg muscles and lungs quickly adapt to the change in tension. When you finally get to the easiest gear, you settle into a rhythm and keep pedaling. When you crest the hill, more tension is added with the push of a finger and once again the body adapts in a matter of seconds.
Wouldn’t it be great if our minds could adapt to change as quickly?
Fourteen years ago I became a mother. My first mother’s day can best be described as weird. When my daughter was born, I’d spent over 30 years making Mother’s Day special for my mom. My mom’s birthday just happens to be May 13th. Some years, Mother’s Day and her birthday would fall on the same day. No matter when Mother’s Day was observed, my brothers and
I attempted to keep the two separate and special.
But there I found myself, at the center of attention on a day that felt like it was about anyone but me. Eventually I shifted gears and settled into the rhythm of enjoying Mother’s Day, just like my mom must have done when it was new to her all those years ago. After she died, I once again found myself in a strange place with Mother’s Day. While I had been a mother for eight years at the time of her death, I’d spent nearly four decades making that day special for her. I guess you could say I failed to shift gears and allow myself to adapt to a new meaning of Mother’s Day. I could no longer look at cards for my mothers-in-law because they all made me cry. The flowers at the store, commercials I saw on TV, and pictures on Facebook only reinforced what I no longer had. If you haven’t lost someone you love, you might not understand what I mean when I say that she is never far from my thoughts. The absence of that loved one leaves a large void in each and every day, but especially on days like Mother’s Day or birthdays.
Motoman and I were talking recently and the subject of Mother’s Day came up. I told him I no longer do Mother’s Day since I don’t have a mother. He looked at me and replied “well, you should since you have a daughter.” In that moment, recognized my failure to adapt to the new meaning of Mother’s Day. I realized how selfish and unfair I’d been to my own daughter for the last six years. She’s spent her entire life making Mother’s Day special for me and here I was, refusing to shift gears and adapt to life as it remains.
It’s been a challenging ride, but I think it’s time to find the right gear for the rest of this climb, settle into a rhythm, and keep pedaling.