Here, in the USA, we celebrate Mother’s Day once a year! It falls on a Sunday and it happens to be tomorrow. I do not know how many other nations celebrate their mothers – let me know in the comments.
It was awkward for me, as a child, to celebrate my mom. I loved her and wanted to give her gifts. But, she was a widow. There was no father figure in our home and no one to go to to ask for money to buy her something. I had to ask her, the very person you are buying for or making a gift for. I think I did my best for a young child.
I want to thank my mom (who passed in 2001) for doing her best. She had it hard as a child, herself. She had it hard being left to raise three children without her husband. She worked and provided well for us. Thank you Mom.
Here is a great video honoring mothers of all sorts for their sacrifice and giving to their children. And to the mother’s who maybe you felt abandoned by or whatever the case may be – I will not justify their choices – but in reality, we do not know what they were going through on the inside, or the things they were told and taught by others. As hard as it may be, choose to move on. Don’t waste years of your life wishing it was better. You may be a mom or a dad someday and your kids will need you to be present and well.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms!
I have the privilege and honour of being a care provider for my two grand daughters. Lucy is 2 1/2 years old and Penny June is three weeks old. I pack up and my husband takes me an hour away to their campus housing at their university. It is an older apartment complex but not bad. But I am without my Memory Foam bed and without my doggies and my warm house and my food. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing this and I would do it over and over again. Serving my children brings me great joy. My son and his wife are moving forward in music related degrees and looking forward to their future. I am needed. There is no paycheck involved and that is fine. They do feed me and give me coffee and an air mattress on the living room floor. I think the insulation in these apartments disappeared years ago so the couch is warmer for me some nights. The girls are awesome and I don’t mind being awakened to the cries of a newborn in the night. I am really glad I don’t have to get up with her. My husband and I hope to move to this small university town because we fell in love with it. But until that is possible I go and I return four days later.
Sacrifice can be annoying. But that is up to us. I chose to do this for the kids and therefore I will with a joyful heart. It is challenging and my back aches and my shoulder aches – who would have thought a skinny eight pound baby could do such damage – and I miss the comforts of home. But they are family, therefore, it is an extension of my home. And it won’t last forever. Who could resist this: