I drive down the narrow two-lane road of this town on a calm, overcast day and out of bliss peacefulness, my eyes wander. On the side of the road I see two little boys donning identical white school uniforms, poking each other with sticks. A few steps behind them is a middle-aged woman, scarf around her head. Strands of her hair creeping out of her scarf onto her face, sleeves messily pulled up her arm to make the carrying of the two boys’ backpacks easier—She looks disheveled, but happy.
The mother calls out to her sons and gestures for them to cross the road. The little ones wrap their small hands around the mother’s left and right arms respectively and together, they cross the road. I hear the faint voice of the mother chanting playfully to them, “Left, left, left right left!” and the distant giggling of her sons as she does so. A surge of admiration swelled in my chest; This mother is carrying out a role that is conventional for the man, and by doing so with the happiest of demeanors inspired me to realize that being a woman, moreover a single mother, will not stop you from being who you want to be. Being a woman does not stop the mother from being an epic mom.
These mothers are epic not because they simply attained that title when they give birth, but because they work hard to maintain their title for the sake of their families, their children and especially themselves.
I arrive home and am greeted by the gust of cold from our living room air conditioning unit. I see my mother in her jacket, socks and slippers. “If you feel so cold, why do you turn the A/C this far down, then?” I ask absentmindedly. My mother says nothing and simply points to a spread of various shapes and colours of fondant cakes, hardening under the cold air at a leisurely pace. “These cakes are covered in fondant, and without the A/C, the fondant will melt off,” my mother explains, “I managed to get 5 orders of cake just for tonight!” I find myself smiling widely out of sheer pride.
These cakes are pretty— And I mean, pretty! There are adorable little flowers, pink and purple, decorated all over the top of one cake, while another clean-looking white cake has a fondant-topper bride sitting peacefully as she awaits her fondant-topper husband. Smaller assortments of cupcakes also showcase their differing but eye-catching décor under the icy A/C air; Lego fondant cupcakes, My Little Pony fondant cupcakes and the beautiful intricately-decorated Polly Pocket cupcakes. My mother is a stay-at-home baker, but her edible art never ceases to amaze. I feel a surge of admiration; this mother remains a housewife but at the same time provides for her family with her talent, that is, baking and decorating cakes. Being a woman does not stop my mother from being an epic mom.
My mother wants this not just for her but for the greater good of our family, to become a better wife and mother.
I go out for a long-anticipated dinner out with my second family; my other father, my other mother, my sisters and my brother all huddled around one loud and rowdy but absolutely fun dinner table. An intense discussion about the pros and cons of pursuing further studies while already holding a solid position in a promising career path is underway.
My mother wishes to, as she says, not put motherhood on hold but to be able to offer more for her husband and children with the acquiring of a doctorate degree, as she believes it will make her grow not just as an academic but as a person in general. I understand her completely for I too have always had a thirst for knowledge that is difficult to quench. My eyes grew wider and brighter in admiration as the understanding sets: My mother wants this not just for her but for the greater good of our family, to become a better wife and mother. Being a woman does not stop my mother from being an epic mom.
These three mothers, vastly different in personality, traits and characteristics all have one thing in common: They inspire, and that is not an easy feat. Motherhood is a challenge, for you are given the responsibility over a life, if not multiple lives, all while having to secure a stable monthly income. The stated responsibility does not come light; these mothers’ children require from them constant emotional availability, financial stability and that endearing motherly love, that all sons and daughters crave. These mothers are epic not because they simply attained that title when they give birth, but because they work hard to maintain their title for the sake of their families, their children and especially themselves.