Happy (Belated) Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother's Day
Happy Mother’s Day

(Written yesterday)

Here we are again on the second Sunday in May celebrating Mother’s Day! I don’t know who originally decided to make this day an official celebration, but I like it. Honestly speaking, though, I hope we thank our mother’s every day and tell them how much we love and appreciate them. I have a wonderful mother and I will be calling her today to tell her once again. (If she weren’t living in North Carolina, I’d fix her dinner, give her roses, a back massage (which she used to pay me a dime to do when I was younger), and let her just relax.

Mothers come in various sizes, ages, talents, nationalities, hair color, careers, stay at home moms, etc. My mom was never very tall and she was overweight. Now with age she has gotten shorter (those darned discs in our backs start to thin and our height shrinks with them) she only comes to my chin and I am not a tall woman. She is an awesome cook, though she doesn’t do that so much anymore since she lives by herself, could sew the most beautiful things, most of my school outfits and my dance costumes, as a matter of fact, was always there when I needed her, very trustworthy, creative, and we liked a lot of the same things. Mothers have many choices to make, including whether to work outside the home. I am glad my mother made the choice to be a stay at home mom. It was such a comfort and relief to get home from school each day, call out for my mom to let her know I was home, and hear her comforting response, “I’m in here.” Most times I would go tell her how my day was. Sometimes I’d just say “hello” and go on about my business. I just knew she was there. She took me to all my dance lessons and recitals. How on earth she managed to stay sane with 7 children underfoot, I do not know. I’ve only had two and there have been times when I felt like Jackie Gleason in “The Honeymooners” when he came home from a day of driving a bus in a grouchy mood – “To the moon, Alice!” She got us out the door to school on time. Every Sunday we were to church on time dressed in our Sunday best. And we behaved. Catholic mass was very quiet all around. (I have to say the ward I am in now would probably make some of my former church parishioners die of shock. I don’t know what the difference is, but we have some loud and screaming babies. We even have a few that seem to “escape” from their parents and run up on the dais. I sure didn’t let my children be loud or run about. And, no, I did not muzzle them. It’s been an ongoing comparison for me for some years. I just don’t get it, but that’s not to be solved at this moment.) My mother was not perfect, but then none of us are. She did the best that she could on a routine basis. THANK YOU, MOM! I LOVE YOU, MOM! YOU ARE THE BEST!!

I think we need to honor all women whether or not they have actually given birth to children of their own. Be that as it may, there are a lot of women in my children’s lives that have had positive effects on them. They have nurtured them, listened to them, set examples for them, taught them and loved them. This is what mothers do. Not all of these ladies had children of their own. Yet, my hat is off to them for mothering my children. I have been a working mother for all of my children’s lives, and these ladies have helped to raise my children and fill a void while I have spent hours away from home working. I would love to name each and every one of them, but if I did this would be one never-ending blog post. I love that on Mother’s Day Sunday, our ward leaders present a small token to the sisters, and even recognize those women who might not have children of their own, but were mothers in deed. Thank you, Moms!

Please take time today, while your mother is still living, to thank her and tell her you love her. Moms aren’t perfect, and some have really goofed up. Some have done harm. Those are the instances where it is difficult to say “thank you” or “I love you.” I wish things weren’t that way. If that is the case, though, work on giving her the gift of forgiveness. It’s not easy and she may not deserve it, but at least you can think about the fact that she gave you life and that each day is chance for you to shine.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

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