This thing called Motherhood

The inaugural cast of Listen to Your Mother San Antonio

The inaugural cast of Listen to Your Mother San Antonio


It was exactly two weeks ago that I stood up on stage and read my story of motherhood. I wrote it four years ago on a Saturday night after I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning and these words kept racing in my mind. I finally decided to get up and do something with all my thoughts.  It was 3 am in the morning and I turned on my computer in my office and wrote the words down.

My words came pouring out, all 1625 of them. It took about two hours to compose a story that life had written for me 7 years before.

When my husband woke up, I shared it with him. With tears in his eyes, he simply said, “Wow. this is beautiful.”

For me, it was so much easier to click on the “publish” button on my blog. Standing in front of a room full of people and reading words that are so raw with emotion is something I never set out to do. I decided to audition for the Listen to Your Mother Show to honor my mother.  She died only four months after I wrote the blog post. My sister Janie would print out my posts to take to her because she didn’t have internet access at her house. She would be so excited when I posted new ones and we talked about them at length whether they were funny or not. Of course, she would never end the conversation without telling me how proud she was of me. I later found this same post of motherhood all crinkled up on her night stand about a year after she had passed away. It was obvious that she had read it over and over.

ListenToYourMotherfamilyIt was easy for me to choose what to read as I auditioned for the Listen to Your Mother Show; the hard part was getting through it!

And as I have learned in life, sometimes you have to push your limits and boundaries to grow in your journey.

I was so inspired by these amazing women’s words. Although our stories were vastly different, the theme intertwined throughout the performances was love and the level of humbleness that we may never have known without becoming mothers.

As we pause another year to celebrate Mother’s Day, I pray for those who continue along their path without their own mothers beside them. It has been hard without my own mother over these past few years.


                                Mom and Catherine.


Lately, I’ve been able to find peace and grace.  Instead of the pain of loss, I feel surrounded by her love.

And for this, I am eternally grateful.

1 Corinthians 13:13   And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Happy Mother’s Day.




Top Photos Courtesy of Mewborne Photography

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