On Mother’s Day

Being a mom is, truth be told, not an easy job. And yet, it is, truth be told, the best job I have ever had. It is exhausting and demands full attention and abilities I doubted I had. It taught me what a great job my own parents did and ways that they might have done better, even when they thought they were doing their best. Sadly, there is no user manual for raising a child. At the hospital, they teach you how to hold a baby, change a diaper and what sort of car seat you must have. But that’s the technical stuff. The really hard part is learning 99.9% of everything else all of a sudden – right now!

In my case, I had to learn how to know that my daughter’s snoring meant that she had a massive tumor growing rapidly in her chest and then all the 10,000 things I needed to know and do once I had that news. Happily, with some luck and great medical care, she is a perfectly healthy, beautiful, and wonderful adult. I also needed to find the determination, faith, and energy to have another child even though my first one’s first year was so terrifying. And my little boy honored that faith by being healthy, beautiful, and a wonderful adult with the great good luck that his first year was not terrifying.

I grew up in the suburbs with miles of forests behind my house as my playground. I knew the streams and each fallen tree and what sorts of creatures shared my paths and what plants bled orange when you picked them and which ones gave a rash and how to scramble over rock faces and watch out for poisonous snakes. And all of this was heaven to me.

And as I raised my two children in New York City, I felt sad that they didn’t know the forests and rocks and trees of my childhood and wondered about the poverty of that life with no forests. I worried that they would never know the abandon of running through the forests, imagining the bears and deer, ghosts of Indian tribes and soldiers and their presence lingering under the dense forest canopy, snagged on briars and broken branches. But they flourished in the City’s splendor of museums and faces of every shape and color and its wide rivers and parks and noises. New York’s Battery Park City was their forest. The Statue of Liberty greeted them out their bedroom window in the morning and they ate their breakfasts with the World Trade Center across the street, casting a morning shadow over their table. All of the splendors of museums and people and rivers and parks and noises of New York expanded their forest. We stayed in that forest through the bombing of the Trade Center in 1993 and left after 9/11. In the end, the love for each other was our forest, our home, our sanctuary.

And I think of the children in the Ukraine or other places where life is precarious and even unthinkable, when all seems lost and insurmountable and I know that love is our sanctuary and is what carries us through and gives us joy in the face of the insurmountable. Love then allows us to look back and see that we survived with and for the love of our children.

Love is all about faith, risk, and in the end, joy. Children stumble, scrape their knees, get their hearts broken, ask you questions you can’t answer, and more often than not provide you with answers to your own imponderables.

Embarking on motherhood is taking that risk of loving someone for whom you would gladly give your own life and knowing that someone will inevitably get bruised, and perhaps, broken along the way. And yet, it is the most joyful of human endeavors. Truth be told, that love for a child, even laced and weary with sadness and scraped knees and broken hearts, is an incomparably rich deep velvety joy that once experienced, would never be foresworn or regretted.


And on this particular Mother’s Day, 2022, I need to add that I am so grateful that I was able to plan when I would have my children. The likely ending of Roe by the Supreme Court will end women’s autonomy over their own lives and will cause heartache, death, and poverty for thousands of women and children in America. It will not add to the joy of motherhood nor will it add joy to the children born into families ill-prepared to care for them. Parents burdened by too many children and not enough support may love their children but be too exhausted to share any of that deep and transcendent joy. Would I have experienced the same sort of joy as a mother had I not had the opportunity to choose when to have children or would I have felt the same sort of burden I saw in my mother? Even though I believe she wanted and chose to have a large family, the burdens were high. She was exhausted and burned out even though she chose us. On the other hand, this was the 50s and when one got pregnant there were few choices to be made. She may not have intended to have so many children, and may have felt quite burdened by the enormity of her responsibilities. I imagine myself being exhausted and trying to take care of seven children and I wonder if instead of joy, I might have felt resentment. Had I been forced to bear an unexpected child, say in my early 20s, would I have been able to summon the determination and energy required to get my daughter the medical care she needed and would I have had the faith that my next child would be a joyful event and not just another burden? All children should start their lives in love and joy not resentment and worry over the burden of added responsibility.

Life is hard. People get sick, families break up, and there are disasters man-made and natural. Parents need the stamina and reserves not just for the ordinary day-to-day stressors of getting homework done and food on the table, but for the really hard times as well. And raising a child is perhaps the most important job we will do and one that requires all the love, patience, and wisdom we can muster. When we decide to have a child, we choose to take the risk that we will have what it takes to love and care for that child. Without choice, we are not accepting the risk, rather the risk is forced upon us and, truth be told, joy is elusive and children suffer.


Jean McGavin
Jean McGavin
Ms. McGavin is an historian, writer, mother, entrepreneur, and innovator. After securing a degree in Intellectual History, she spent years working in the theater as a dancer and designer. She has owned and operated Global Voice Systems, Inc for 22 years and in 2009 began work on History Chip. Her varied academic and career experiences as well as her own lived experiences, combined to offer her a unique perspective on the way the lives of most of us are underrepresented in historical context.

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  1. Great article, Jean McGavin, and the addendum is an important one. Having the right to choose motherhood is a great privilege and one I didn’t take likely in my own young adulthood. I would gladly give my own life for my two daughters. They are my greatest blessings and motherhood has been my greatest role.

  2. Wonderful artlcle. Although I’m not a parent I have nieces and nephews that I mother. They give unconditional love and I do believe the relationships we have is the love. Love can conquer all. To be loved is to feel worthy. I too had a wonderful childhood of outdoor games and chores. But we just have just accept things have changed. We do what we can.

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