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You are the sunlight in my day,
You are the moon I see far away.
You are the tree I lean upon,
You are the one that makes troubles be gone.

You are the one who taught me life,
How not to fight, and what is right.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love, my life, my mom.

You are the one who cares for me,
You are the eyes that help me see.
You are the one who knows me best,
When it's time to have fun and time to rest.

You are the one who has helped me to dream,
You hear my heart and you hear my screams.
Afraid of life but looking for love,
I'm blessed for God sent you from above.

You are my friend, my heart, and my soul
You are the greatest friend I know.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love, my life, my Mom.

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14th May, the second Sunday of this month marked the prime day for not only every living child but at the same time, for every brave and courageous mother in this world. The word mother is a trove of such deep meaning and interpretations​ that even if we try to extract what it actually means, we will ultimately find ourselves entangled in the loops of love and care. Mother's Day is a celebration, a festival of honouring the mothers of a family, a celebration of motherhood and maternal bonds, a celebration of the influence of mothers in our society and in general, a celebration of eternal and selfless love.

And thus, to make this celebration even more unique and special, we are privileged to introduce you to some of our very famous Wattpad mothers, who have blessed us with sharing about their feelings of motherhood.

❄ KRISTIN JACQUES [krazydiamond] ❄

(A gift to Kristin on Mother's Day)

What is the motherhood experience to me? It’s waking up at ungodly hours, realizing late nights are long past. It’s a pile of snuggly little bodies, giggling and squirming as you doze for a precious extra ten minutes. It’s being asked to make three different meals every meal time. It’s putting your foot down and telling them to eat what is offered or starve. It’s making three different meals after the whining and screaming. It’s watching them try new things and fall in love with new experiences. It’s watching them prance around the living room in your shoes. It’s chasing them around the house because they are wearing your bra like a hat. It’s teasing and tickles and taking a few flailing knocks to the chin. Parents have the highest pain tolerance I have ever seen. It’s getting homemade gifts you treasure but must politely and discreetly discard at some point or they will fill the house. It’s play fighting that turns into real fighting that turns in time outs in separate corners. It’s my neighbors knowing my kids names without ever meeting them because these apartment walls are thin. It’s sick days, cleaning up throw up, and realizing your stomach is stronger than you knew. It’s peaceful when they leave for school and you take a moment to breathe in the silence…before you clean up the war zone in your living room. It’s sweetness, exasperation, exaltation, the deepest of heart ache, and the highest euphoria watching them grow. It’s going in blind and inexperienced but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

❄JESSE SPRAGUE [JesseSprague]❄

I was a live-in nanny for five years during college, so I pretty much thought I knew what I was getting into with having a kid. Not that I thought it would be the same…but that I knew what kids were like. Well…I only nannied for little girls. So when my son was born I had these expectations of all these things we would do together. But my son is a quintessential little boy. He doesn’t want to sit and color, or do art projects or play board/card games. If I try teaching him things he just juts out his stubborn little chin and refuses. All he wants to do is run around and hit things with sticks. It took me a while to adjust to this, since running around hitting things with sticks and saying the word butt over and over again really has no appeal for me. But the more I open my mind up to him, the more amazing his way of thinking and dealing with the world becomes. If I take the time to listen he’ll come up with these elaborate stories to explain whatever smack-it-with-a-stick game he’s playing. His imagination is so vivid. Often our best times together happen when he’s a bit tired out from running around and we sit down together and he tells me all about some “video-game” he’s made up, or explains the things he did back when he was in my womb and used to escape at night and have adventures. I was in no way prepared for the child I got…but I’m pretty sure I got the perfect child for me!

❄SJ MOQUIN[Squeaks7]❄

If you ask me what it’s like to be a mother, my answer would depend on the day. No… the hour… wait… are we being honest here? The minute! Yep, it’s the minutes that count. As mom of five, ages 22 to 2, there are times of great joys and time of total insanity that honestly just depend on what minute of the day we are on. But I wouldn’t trade this crazy life for anything. From the years where ‘mom is the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread’ to the ‘mom knows nothing’ stage (obviously developing amnesia about how to be cool overnight) then back to the ‘I need to call mom to see what she’d do’ phase, being a mother is truly an experience I’ve loved and enjoyed. When someone asks me what I do… who I am… I am a mom above all else. It is the first thing I think when asked. While my umbrella is wide and I am a daughter, wife, writer, business owner, Mom is the accomplishment I am most proud of. And one thing I’ll leave with you from my many years of ‘Wisdom’ - Trying to do chores with your 2-year-old as 'helper' is like raking leaves in a tornado. Some things just don't mix well!

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