Three years ago, my mom and I started a tradition.
One weekend per year, we do a ladies’ getaway. Two days of hiking, relaxing, stuffing ourselves with delicious food and talking through the night.
My mom is no longer the woman who cooks my food or does everything for me, she is a friend I can talk and laugh with.
She is a great cheerleader who texts early in the morning to wish you a nice day.
She somehow manages to stay up to date with all of our crazy lives.
She advises or just listens.
She encourages to take a risk and say No sometimes.
On Sunday, we celebrate Mother’s Day here in Germany.
When I went to the post office in Wednesday to mail something for my mom, the guy behind the counter freaked: “Oh, is it this Sunday? Thanks for the reminder, I need to get something then!”
I can relate. But it also made me think.
Moms invest their entire lives, love and soul – so why do we only give them one day a year to truly appreciate them?
I am not a mom and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.
But luckily I’m surrounded by friends who are great moms.
They model the depths and challenges, but they also allow me to partake in the love and joy children being to your life.
They are the everyday heroes.
Motherhood comes in different forms and shapes.
So what makes a woman a mother?
My friend Sophie, a brilliant mother herself, explores this question in her new photography series define: mother.
Read touching stories and intimate images on her blog.
The cover image is from her beautiful series as well.
Writing for Five Minute Friday today.