It’s almost Mother’s Day, which means that millions of women around the country, myself included, are pondering about how our lives have changed since having children, as well as envisioning the hopes, dreams, and aspirations we have for our beloved spawn.
In the words of Us Weekly, Britney Spears, is not just like us, for the most part. She’s an international pop star who got to date Justin Timberlake and probably has a lifetime pass to all Disney theme parks (she spent her youth as a Mouseketeer), but we do share some common ground: she is a mother of two boys – Jayden James, 9½, and Sean Preston, 10½ – whose father is infamous backup dancer Kevin “K-Fed” Federline.
As I have never looked to Ms. Spears for parenting inspiration, I was pleasantly surprised by the emotional letter she penned for her boys, published this week as part of TIME’s “Letters From Mom” series.
“You are my masterpieces. From the day I saw the most precious eyes, I believed in miracles to the core. Such a gift God has given me, exploring in your beautiful worlds every day. I pray as a mother I teach you strength and passion to carry through the struggles in the world. Most battles will always be won on your knees. I pray you find your dreams.”
Reading the first paragraph of her short-but-sweet ode to her little boys, I couldn’t help but relate to every single world, similar to when I was teenager listening to “…Baby One More Time” for the 5,000th time.
Just yesterday, I sat at the breakfast table with my 2½-year-old son, who is quickly transforming into his own little person with likes and dislikes, quirks and bad habits (like picking his nose), and an infectious laugh that lights up a room of strangers. I stared deep into his eyes, awestruck at the miracle of life, that I could create such a perfect little human, a masterpiece beyond my wildest dreams.
I am his mother.
Even a few years after delivering my first child into this wild world, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have been blessed with the honor of being someone’s mom. Britney, whose talent, fame, and fortune clearly don’t hold a light to her boys, definitely feels the same way.
She continues in her letter:
“Always believe in yourself and know anything is possible. I pray dreaming awakens your soul to limitless possibilities. I hope the most precious mysteries of life stay with you always and you are never ashamed of how bright your light truly is. I hope you learn praying alone is when you are most connected to God, and know you are never alone. He is with you always.”
Unlike Britney, I wasn’t raised with faith, finding a God of my understanding in a roundabout way later on in life. But like her, I am raising my children close to God, because I want them to know that no matter what, they never have to be alone. Some people may scoff in cynicism at this ideal, as religion is such a contentious topic these days, but both Britney and I have battled our demons (she, a little more publicly than I) and after experiencing the darker side of life, I will do everything I can to promote the light to my children.
“Mother’s Day is just a day,” my husband told me a few nights ago. “Every day is really Mother’s Day.” And he’s kind of right.
Every single day I get to spend with my children, even the worst of them, is better than the best day I ever had before they burst into this world.
And just like Britney, I pray they “laugh, love and soar” through their journey of life.