Mother's Day is not an easy day for all of us. Some of us are struggling,physically,financially,spiritually.
Some of us are alone,missing Moms, or kids,or just wishing life was easier even one damn day.
In years gone by,my guys were not the best shoppers. So, I would get really sweet Mother's Day gifts like a San Francisco 49'ers ink pen-we live in Kansas City and my guys were die hard Chiefs fans. So, we began a new tradition. I would go shopping for my annuals and soil, and my guys would provide the muscle for me to spend the day planting flowers. Then rather than go out to a crowded restaurant, William would bake a Di Giorno pizza and serve dinner. It became a wonderful tradition. I loved it so much.I miss it so much. Amazing how traditions are formed,and how important they become in our lives.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. You either are a child of a mother or a mother or are truly blessed to be both of those things. You may be a friend or an auntie or a neighbor who smiles, but you deserve to feel the love and respect and admiration that comes from those words.
Some Mothers may not hear those words out loud. OH, I could remind my son to say them, but it would sound forced.So, I choose to not remind him. I choose to allow myself to feel true gratitude for the gifts I have received this morning. Brother sun peeked out for a minute--and it has been raining all week, so that was a gift.
When the eternal teenager gets up, he will read me the funnies.We will talk about last nights hockey game (his beloved team did not win) and I will treasure the times we are able to have a spontaneous conversation no matter how short or long every single moment of my life. I choose not to feel left out because I do not receive gifts or hear the words. I choose to know and believe that they are there.
I will share vicariously in the joy of others as they post pictures of their families.Being able to share the gifts and blessings of others is definitely a choice, and I have to choose to feel gifted instead of bereft.So, blessings to all who share their gifts, and to all who can be grateful for those gifts.
Are you feeling alone today? Has someone forgot to call or write? I am so sorry. We will choose to forgive them. Recognize the gifts all around us, thank Mother Nature for the sunshine, or the rain.
I may even wish Mother Nature a Happy Mother's Day, even though she has been annoying me to no end with the never ending days of rain this week.
Happy Mothers Day to those who need to hear it.
There is a place in all of us that needs to know we belong.
Happy Mother's day.
P.S. I dislike doing this but there is a paypal button over there,just in case. I told a friend once who was embarrassed about asking for help that if we don't make our needs known how does anyone ever know we have needs.The William and I are struggling,and just as embarrassed I am pointing out the button.We are continually blessed.
Some of us are alone,missing Moms, or kids,or just wishing life was easier even one damn day.
In years gone by,my guys were not the best shoppers. So, I would get really sweet Mother's Day gifts like a San Francisco 49'ers ink pen-we live in Kansas City and my guys were die hard Chiefs fans. So, we began a new tradition. I would go shopping for my annuals and soil, and my guys would provide the muscle for me to spend the day planting flowers. Then rather than go out to a crowded restaurant, William would bake a Di Giorno pizza and serve dinner. It became a wonderful tradition. I loved it so much.I miss it so much. Amazing how traditions are formed,and how important they become in our lives.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. You either are a child of a mother or a mother or are truly blessed to be both of those things. You may be a friend or an auntie or a neighbor who smiles, but you deserve to feel the love and respect and admiration that comes from those words.
Some Mothers may not hear those words out loud. OH, I could remind my son to say them, but it would sound forced.So, I choose to not remind him. I choose to allow myself to feel true gratitude for the gifts I have received this morning. Brother sun peeked out for a minute--and it has been raining all week, so that was a gift.
When the eternal teenager gets up, he will read me the funnies.We will talk about last nights hockey game (his beloved team did not win) and I will treasure the times we are able to have a spontaneous conversation no matter how short or long every single moment of my life. I choose not to feel left out because I do not receive gifts or hear the words. I choose to know and believe that they are there.
I will share vicariously in the joy of others as they post pictures of their families.Being able to share the gifts and blessings of others is definitely a choice, and I have to choose to feel gifted instead of bereft.So, blessings to all who share their gifts, and to all who can be grateful for those gifts.
Are you feeling alone today? Has someone forgot to call or write? I am so sorry. We will choose to forgive them. Recognize the gifts all around us, thank Mother Nature for the sunshine, or the rain.
I may even wish Mother Nature a Happy Mother's Day, even though she has been annoying me to no end with the never ending days of rain this week.
Happy Mothers Day to those who need to hear it.
There is a place in all of us that needs to know we belong.
Happy Mother's day.
Peace and Blessings,
EB
P.S. I dislike doing this but there is a paypal button over there,just in case. I told a friend once who was embarrassed about asking for help that if we don't make our needs known how does anyone ever know we have needs.The William and I are struggling,and just as embarrassed I am pointing out the button.We are continually blessed.
