Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
And Happy Mother’s Day to all of you moms, near and far–and especially to my own, dear mom. In my family growing up, we didn’t tell each other “I love you.” But I’ve started telling my parents that I love them. Because I do. And they tell me the same. I always have known that they loved me, even without them telling me. But still, it’s nice to hear. And although we’ve had a few rough times, there haven’t been too many. What a blessing to have a mom (and dad–although this isn’t his day) who loves and supports me. Parents who listen and understand–usually. And I laugh with my mom more than I laugh with anyone else, I think. Something happens when we get together. We don’t see each other all that often these days because we live in different cities. But when we do, we bring out the silliness in each other. What an incredible gift.
The gift of being a mom
And on the mother end of Mother’s Day, this is, I think, the second Mother’s Day that neither of my daughters lived at home. Still, I had a lovely day, filled with love and appreciation. My daughters sent me roses, which arrived on Friday, with a lovely note.
I’ve never really needed to showers of gifts, but I do love flowers. And more than that, it really touched me that they thought of it. Plus, what fun to get a package in the mail (especially one I didn’t order myself!).
A few of the many things I’ve learned from my children
But more important than flowers or loving wishes, my daughters have changed my life for the better. They have taught me so much about myself and about love, about holding things lightly while keeping them close to my heart. I had some challenging moments as a mom–those early months with Rachel, my older daughter, where she was up most of the night crying–well, Who knows how I got through those exhausting times. At times, I just had to walk out of the room for a few minutes because I couldn’t take it anymore– I wondered how I was going to make it as a mom. But I did. Another thing I learned from my children–how to persevere. I found strength in myself because of them, in honor of them, so I could give them my best.
And nothing helped me remember that we are spiritual beings more than the presence my children–and all children–from before their birth and pretty much every day since.
Being a mom is awesome–happy Mother’s Day!
Being a mother has been the best part of my journey through this life–although my mom tells me she likes grandmotherhood even more.
I wish all of you mom’s the happiest of days.
Thanks for stopping by.
xoxo
