Sunday will be my fourth mother’s day. It still hasn’t quite hit me that two people will always call me Mom. And because I began my life in Bangladesh, I can’t help but know what a miracle it is that I am a mother at all. In countries like Bangladesh, women rarely have medical care during labour. Both of my boys came to us through caesarean section. I had polyhydramnios (too much amniotic fluid) both times which put me at high risk near the end of my pregnancies. Each time my doctor and midwife thought it best to safely remove the baby instead of waiting for labour to bring him out. I would have most surely lost both babies or lost my own life had I been birthing in Bangladesh.
I tell my mom stories here all the time. Being Deaglan’s and Naveen’s mother has been the single most defining role of my life. A friend once said – it is the hardest job you will ever love. And she was right.
Some days I find myself struggling. I know I’m not being a “good mom.” I don’t feel like playing with them. We don’t get outside. I’m irritated because they are not cooperating. I let them watch too much TV. I feed them easy meals that might not fit into the Canada Food Guide. And I yearn for a little time to myself.
But my moments of self-pity don’t last too long. Bangladesh is always only a thought away. I know truly how blessed I am. I told Shaune the other day to forego getting me anything. I'm always buying something for myself anyway! I asked him to sit down with Deaglan to help him with a home-made card. I still have the two bunches of flowers I received for my birthday thanks to Shaune and my friends Jennifer and Mario.
I saw this video and asked Shaune if he’d be okay if we just donated the cost of flowers and a card to mothers who don’t have it as good as I do. Even $5.00 can make a difference.