Happy Mother’s Day!

Mother’s Day is Sunday. I wish every mother a wonderful day of memories and pampering along with hugs, cards, calls, and maybe a flower or two.

It is exciting for young women who are about to become a mother for the first time. Their center of focus will soon be shared with a sweet little miracle that cries, coos, spits-up, pees, and poops all in one 60 second time frame. Then, in a flash their baby will be twelve, and faster than that they will be graduating.

I also know aging mothers who are estranged from their kids for various reasons. That is the saddest of stories. If you know any of these mothers please include them in your plans or stop by to say hello; it will likely be a very hard day for them.

For mothers who have lost a child to death, Sunday deserves some quiet time with tears. Most would agree there is no greater loss than the loss of child, and on Mother’s Day kind words and visits from friends and family are invaluable. Pain and the true feelings of a broken heart are normal and should be expected and respected.

To all the women who help raise children other than their own, they too deserve recognition on this special Sunday. Grandmothers, aunts, sisters, mothers- in-law, neighbors, friends, and foster mothers often contribute in extraordinary ways helping influence and care for our most treasured assets.

Of course this day cannot come without thoughts of my own dear mother who we lost at Christmas in 2007.  Raised in poverty with ten siblings did not stop her from always striving to be her best.  She is one of my greatest gratitude’s.

As a mother I know the fine balance between sacrifices and rewards of motherhood. My life’s lessons and wisdom have come from my kids. They are the reason I know how to love, worry, hurt, and care. Being a mother to three amazing adults has been my true gift.

Mother’s Day is also a chance to celebrate having the title of “Grandma”; the best job in the world. At the age of two one of my granddaughters saw me in the post office and her eyes opened wide, and with her biggest voice yelled, “That’s my Grandma!” as she broke loose from her day-care provider and ran into my arms. Need I say more?

To everyone who has a mother, be appreciative; no mom is perfect, but no kid is perfect either. Know she did the best she could with the skills she had! Let her know you noticed.

Until the next time: Live while you live!