We went home this weekend for a few different things. The main thing was for the Marine Corps Aviation Association's awards dinner and celebration of 100 years of Marine Aviation. Seriously cool. How many people get to have dinner with men or women who hold Medals of Honor? Or meet and revisit with heroes of every war or situation since World War II?
Grandma watched Luke and we had a lovely night at The Gaylord in DC. There was a super fun after-ceremony party, and John kept coming to me telling me we had to leave. There were tons of people still left, so I didn't understand why he was being such a party pooper, and then he said, "Hon, it's after 2."
As in 2:00 AM.
I did not believe my body could still do that.
It sure was fun.
We had some things we were to do on Monday, so we spent Sunday taking Luke to the zoo. He had a blast and I had a blast watching him. His little personality is really, really starting to come through.
And I am in TROUBLE!
He is so flipping cute. But...has his mommy and daddy's stubborn will; daddy's daredevil mentality and mommy's "You're not the boss of me!" philosophy.
So, cute as he is, he sure is starting to test his boundaries, but he KNOWS it. Gives a sly little grin and then watches for our reactions.
On our drive home, we went through a little NC town. We passed by a small church, not sure of the denomination, and I read its marquis.
"The greatest right a woman has is to be a mother."
I don't know how I feel about that sentiment.
Well, yes, I guess I do.
I do not believe that it is a woman's right to be a mother.
It's my right to pursue life, liberty and happiness.
It's my right to vote, believe and worship as I choose and freely express myself.
But it is my honor and my privilege and my greatest blessing to be a mother.
As I drove by that sign, I thought how much it must have hurt some women as they walked in, seeing that sign, on Mother's Day—as they may have been in the throes of infertility or child loss grief.
How demeaning that is to women who for whatever reason BUT their choices are not mothers.
How there are some mothers I am aware of that I want to literally SLAP SILLY because in my opinion, they sure as heck don't 'deserve' to mother the children they do...but that's not my call.
Saying that the greatest right a woman has is to be a mother just really rubs my skin raw.
If it was only that easy....
"Hey! I invoke my right of motherhood! Bring on the baby!"
That statement implies that we get to choose whether or not we get to be mothers. While that is often true, to the extent that we choose whether to attempt or accept motherhood or not...it is all, all too much more often that we don't.
More often, I think we beg God to allow us to finally see two pink lines...get the phone call saying our HCG was off the charts...let us bring the baby home...let us keep the baby...
Let us be mothers.
It's a permissive issue...motherhood. Not something we are automatically granted by our citizenship or our existence. Something that we are allowed...or not. However it is our families are created and built, it's certainly not something we just click our heels together for and get.
(Well, most people.)
Now, don't get me started on why some are allowed it and others aren't. Please. I have no answers and won't even attempt them. Still asking lots of questions myself, thanks. Just have come to the conclusion that it's not mine to reason.
Just like it's not my right to be a mother.
Because really...it's a miracle I do not take for granted.