HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! ♥
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That’s my mom in the above photo, in Charleston, South Carolina when she was a teenager. Isn’t she beautiful? She still has that same sweet face and gorgeous smile!
Happy Mother’s Day to grandmothers, mothers and sisters too! This year I am getting to celebrate Mother’s Day in a very special way, for the first time in a very, very, very long time, I am not only in the same country as my Mom, but I get to spend Mother’s Day with her!
She is not only my Mom, but a soulmate in life.
Happy Mother’s day, I love you!
The kisser of boo-boos; the maker of pancakes; the whispered words that banish bad dreams; the cool fingers that ease a fever; the hands that hold, soothe and dry tears; the lips that kiss, that speak words of love and encouragement. The ears that hear what is being said and often what is left unsaid. The arms that offer hugs when no one else’s arms will do. The smile that let’s you know that everything will be okay. All these things and so much more only begin to scratch the surface of what it means to be a Mama.
My Mom holds all these qualities and so much more. Through the miracle of invention, I get to speak to her every day, even though we are thousands of miles away. I think so often of those brave pioneers who stepped up onto their wagons and set off down a road that would lead them so far away from their families, that they might never see them again. Occasionally we have the chance to Skype before I leave for work. After that I am set for my day. It doesn’t matter what else happens from that point forward, I have seen her face and all is right with the world. We laugh, we have our “little” secrets, we enjoy each other’s company.
I see the same thing between my gorgeous sister and my sweet pea of a niece. Even though she is still itty bitty, they laugh together, they have their own language, they share looks, they have their own little jokes and things they do to tease one another.
We are blessed to have Mothers, GREAT Mothers. Not everyone can say that. I’m very lucky, I can say that! I have a wonderful Mother and a sister who is a wonderful Mother too. Moms are often under appreciated. It is the hardest, at times least rewarding, non-paid job there is. But, it is an important job. Jacqueline Kennedy said once, that “if you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much.” I think that is so true. You are shaping someone’s life in your hands. Being a parent is an important job and we should celebrate Mom’s, not just today, but everyday.
Happy Mother’s Day to two of the most important women in my life. Like all good Moms I have more than two women in my life who have guided me and celebrated my ups and downs, have been my cheerleaders and confidantes and I celebrate them as well. I love you all.
No matter how confident we are, I think there are always moments that cause us to pause and reflect, to question if we are doing the right thing. Parenting is a big responsibility. It is one of the most important jobs that you will ever do, whether you parent your own children or someone else’s. You are responsible for this little soul. You are the one who will teach them right from wrong, kindness, manners, politeness. You teach them love not only through your words, but more importantly through your actions.
This week as I was getting caught up with some blog reading, I read that the gorgeous Joy of Oh, Joy! Had written a post entitled, Party of 4! In the post she announced that her and her husband were expecting their second baby. Their first child, Ruby is often featured on her blog and she is a doll baby! The post included a video of them telling Ruby they were having a baby. She was super excited and at the end of the video, she hugged Joy and said, “I love you so much! I’m so proud of you Mommy!”
That brought tears to my eyes. Ruby said those things, because she has heard Joy speak them to her. My sister became a first time Mother almost two years ago and as I watch her continue to blossom in this role, I also see my babycakes of a niece, blossom as well. She is very affectionate, kind, gentle and loving. She is really getting in to talking lately and of course little people are monkeys, they repeat what they see and hear and she speaks words of love and shows actions of kindness because that is what she sees from my sister and her husband.
We instil these actions into our children. Every time someone compliments my sister or I on our manners or how we polite we are, they should really be complimenting my parents. My Mother taught us love and that is the greatest thing we can do for anyone. At the end of the day, if you are bestowing the gift of Love, then you are doing the right thing.
So today on Mother’s Day, for those who are mothers, who once were, who dream of being, we celebrate you as women, for in your hands and within your hearts you shape and create the future.
Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom and Sister, I love you both, you strong, beautiful, caring, creative women!
{Image of Lucille Ball and her daughter Lucie, 1952}
Today we celebrate mothers, be they old or new at this game of motherhood. This year I have watched my best friend, my partner in crime, my confidante, my sister, become a mother.
She has blossomed in this new role. She knows her baby. It is still surreal to see my sister as a mom. Not that she is not capable, but to have watched her grow for 9mos and to now see this little person, kicking and rolling and laughing and eating her little puff cereal and talking jibber-jabber is a miracle, pure and simple. She has created life and so has our own mother who instilled in us values and a love for life; who gave us strong roots, but equally great wings.
The greatest role we can ever have is to be a parent to someone, be they your own children, or someone else’s. To guide and nurture a little soul into this big wide world is a blessing and a gift bestowed to us. Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms, be this their first Mother’s Day or not.
Before I leave you, I wanted to share with you an essay written last year and submitted onto the NieNie Dialogues. It was written by Emily Baer (the original post can be found here), it is called Sensible Shoes, it spoke to me and I think it will resonate with you as well:
Sensible Shoes
by: Emily Baer
Motherhood is mostly about wearing the right shoes.
We are ballet dancers with our newborns in the middle of the night. We are construction workers on the living room carpet with our toddlers and their building blocks. We are scientists and mystics when banishing bad dreams and monsters in the closet. We are coaches, cheerleaders, teammates when life gets tough and faith is thin on the ground. We are therapists and sometimes we are drill sergeants. We are intuitive, understanding, and forgiving. We are the kissers of boo-boos, the medical team on the field, the picker-uppers, the duster-offers, the go-get-em-now-ers.
We are the teenage battering rams. We are the least liked chefs. We are the ponytail wearers, the carpool drivers, the wipers of smudges, the please and thank you enforcers.
We are the grateful recipients of dandelions and painted paper hearts, of whispered I love you’s and little hands held in the dark; and also of rolled eyes and skeptic pre-teen attitudes.
We are a brave face. We are pilgrims on our knees asking for guidance, direction, and a few tablespoons of grace. We are the tearful-proud standing in the corners, watching our little ones blossom for all the world to see.
We are believers of make believe and impossible dreams. We are the keepers of maps, the holders of keys, pilots and co-pilots when those dreams take flight (and they regularly do).
We are champions of the underdog. We are party planners and cupcake decorators, banner hangers and town criers when the world should know how wonderful our children are.
We are the oft under-consulted consultants. We are collectors, curators of our children’s hopes and histories.We are the ride to the movies, the ticket to freedom, the tether to self discipline.
We are the first sought when something is amiss. We are the seekers and the finders, be it mittens, or homework papers, or broken heart pieces. We are a harbor. And a force. We are just the right words at just the right moment; a quiet resolve to see things all the way through.
And when it is entirely necessary, we are professors of lost arts, like how to spin around barefoot in the sunshine.
I think that a person’s hands say a lot about them. Are they soft, rough, calloused, wrinkled, smooth? Are they small and fragile and young? Are they older and wisened by age?
My hand’s are my Mother’s hands. She is much smaller than I am, I always feel I tower over her, like Fiona Ogre from Shrek; but when we lay next to each other and place our hands palm to palm, they match. It always surprises me, I don’t know why, I am a part of her, after all.
Her hands have come together to work, pray, soothe, cradle, hug, hold, love, garden, read, cook, bake, clean, guide two little girls into womanhood and so much more. Her hands are always soft and tender and cool and when they are on me, all is right with the world.
Happy Mother’s Day!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MOM!
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavour by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving
(Image by: Belle & Boo)
Wishing all Mothers, but mine in particular a very Happy Mother’s Day. I am blessed to have you, thank you for being my MOM!