My Mom Marriann On Being A Mother

My mom is one of the most beautiful, kind and inspiring people I know. I am aware that I’m fortunate to have such a wonderful figure in my life, so I’d like to share her message with you all. No matter who you’re celebrating today, this note is not only for me but to you too.


There are no words that can describe the feeling of the moment right after childbirth. The first of course is of great relief! Followed by one of exhilaration at the precious moment when your sweet baby is placed in your arms. The overwhelming love, gratitude and privilege floods over you with a flurry of other emotions. The weight of responsibility and hoping you can measure up to the mother you esteem yourself to be holds your heart hostage. Last but definitely not least the instinctual momma bear syndrome sets in.

As far back as I can remember when others would ask me the proverbial question, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I always responded, “I want to be a mother.” Being young myself served me well because I too was like a kid having fun, playing, learning and making mistakes right along with my kids. I liked having fun and being silly, loving and supportive. The forever cheerleader, I wanted my children to be independent and unafraid, to experience life, take their own journeys. I didn’t realize just how independent they would all become and leave… Ha!


As I reflect back as a mother, I believe besides exposing my children to many opportunities, learning experiences, good eating habits, offering some direction and of course trying to keep them from getting hurt, I would say love is the most powerful. My mother loved me and that love has carried me through many hard times. Knowing she supported me, shared my feelings, offered a shoulder to cry on, acting as a sounding board and loving me through my mistakes, she was my biggest cheerleader. Those examples of her love spilled over into my life as a mother.


To all my children: I adore you. You light up my life when I get down. Life is magical in the eyes of a child. So always remember the child inside you who is perfectly hopeful and creative, up to solve any problem. When life’s challenges become overwhelming… STOP. Take a moment to turn up the music, tell puppet stories on the grass, give hugs and listen to others. Sometimes you can give up but never give in. Above all, always remember… this Momma truly loves you.

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Comments 7

  1. Hope Marriann enjoys her day with her lovely family, full of gratitude and happiness! Love you Julianne, thank you for sharing this! ❤️

  2. and from a son’s perspective……

    The Lanyard
    by Billy Collins

    The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
    off the blue walls of this room
    bouncing from typewriter to piano
    from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
    I found myself in the “L” section of the dictionary
    where my eyes fell upon the word, Lanyard.
    No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
    could send one more suddenly into the past.
    A past where I sat at a workbench
    at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake
    learning how to braid thin plastic strips into a lanyard.
    A gift for my mother.
    I had never seen anyone use a lanyard.
    Or wear one, if that’s what you did with them.
    But that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand
    again and again until I had made a boxy, red and white lanyard for my mother.
    She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
    and I gave her a lanyard
    She nursed me in many a sick room,
    lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
    set cold facecloths on my forehead
    then led me out into the airy light
    and taught me to walk and swim and I in turn presented her with a lanyard.
    “Here are thousands of meals” she said,
    “and here is clothing and a good education.”
    “And here is your lanyard,” I replied,
    “which I made with a little help from a counselor.”
    “Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
    strong legs, bones and teeth and two clear eyes to read the world.” she whispered.
    “And here,” I said, “is the lanyard I made at camp.”
    “And here,” I wish to say to her now,
    “is a smaller gift. Not the archaic truth,
    that you can never repay your mother,
    but the rueful admission that when she took the two-toned lanyard from my hands,
    I was as sure as a boy could be
    that this useless worthless thing I wove out of boredom
    would be enough to make us even.”

  3. This is BEAUTIFUL!!! What a great momma!! I agree, LOVE will always bring us through the toughest days! Thank you, Father! #KindIsTheNewCool

  4. Such a beautiful post! Thanks for sharing your stories with us. I am thrilled to say that I surprised my beautiful, loving mom with tickets to your Move Live show at Casino Rama in Toronto for Mother’s Day! She is the ultimate DWTS fan and I am your biggest fan – all around 🙂 so it’s gonna be a great mom and daughter date! Thanks for being such an inspiration.

  5. Aww how sweet and special. You definitely raised such beautiful kids. And Jules, you look so cute when you were little. Same as Derek!

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