Mother’s are a special kind of human being. Some are good…some not so good…some super special but all are Mothers. To be a mother I feel you are chosen for reasons unknown or unspoken for that particular child given you.
We are given hearts that expand with every movement, word, gurgle, laugh, hug or kiss. We have broken hearts when our child is hurt or says hurtful things to us when they really don’t know what else to do.
We go every step of the way: kindergarten, Grades 1 thru 12, perhaps College or University or trade…..always watching from a distance to catch them when they fall or are hurt because of a lost love or dying friend, question them to understand their thinking on a choice made and encourage all the way in what they do and do well.
I ache so much for my daughter who lives far away and a mother who has since left us for a better home with her beloved husband (my dad). We remember all the times we have shared and hope to continue sharing.
Yup! Mom’s are special people. I am one and know that only I could love my child with the fervor and intensity that I do; only I could pray every day for safety in all actions she takes, wisdom in her thinking, and cry when we don’t communicate more often, fully knowing we love each other.
When we moved away from my parents, I never realized just how much we were missed, even though we spoke daily for 20+ years.
To one and all, Happy Mother’s Day and may God Bless each and every one with riches and treasures greater than what money could ever purchase.
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Romance At Its Best
A few years back prior to Valentine’s Day, my husband pulled a fast one. We had already decided to give each other golf lessons, but he went one step further and left me with a memory I will never forget.
I was at work and we always went for coffee next door. This one day (February 14) the girls were “hurry up and let’s go” and they literally left in a cloud. It took me a minute to close down my computer and when I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs that led into the store, everyone was standing there with big, silly grins on their faces.
Customers and staff alike listened while a Barber Shop Quartet sang two incredible love songs, gave me a white rose (my favourite) and chocolates. I was so taken aback as never in my life before had someone been so thoughtful. The result: they had to get a mop and wipe up the tears. I was sobbing. I kid you not. This is true.
When I got home, I laid the table as I would for royalty coming, candles, flowers, champagne, “Jenny Craig” dinners, homemade angel food cake and homemade buttermilk sorbet. It was absolutely fabulous.
It is what I have been saying all along, it is HOW you present not WHAT you present. This is a memory never to be forgotten and yes, it is 20 plus years at this time and I love him most dearly. Lucky me!